Ay Caramba Stay Flee Get Lizzy (Ft. Fredo & Young T & Bugsey)

[Intro]
S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy
S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy
S-S-Stay Flee Get Lizzy
Toddla T produc-y

[Chorus: Young T & Bugsey]
Ay, caramba, body good, body proper
Let me blow all my wonga, all I want is a one dance
Let's tango, baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango, baby, pretty lady
Let's tango baby, whine your waist for me
Let's tango baby, pretty lady

[Verse 1: Fredo]
My top's Lizzy, don't even touch me
Rap 'bout the streets so them young niggas love me
These Valentinos cost the same as my pumpy
Call me Selfridges, the west gyal love me
Top's from a robbery, shoes are from cunch fiends
So these feds hate the life that I live
We are talkin' about Z's, I put five on the strip
But, I'm missin' my sales when she's whinin' them hips
Today, it's Gucci designin' my kicks
Its funny 'cause double G's the size of her tits
Yeah, I just caught Mercedes all likin' my pics
And it's funny 'cause Mercedes designs all my whips
The sun's out, my gun's out, babe, come to the fun house
I need ten thousand to come to the club now
I think that she likes me, she wants to be wifey
Nice and she spicy, reminds me of Chinese