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Ayy Macarena Lyrics


Tyga Ayy Macarena


[J Balvin:]
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena
Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena
Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena
Hey Macarena (Ayy)

[Tyga:]
Ayy, Macaria, Macaria, Macarena
Put the choppa on a nigga, turn 'em to a sprinter
Bitches on my dick, tell 'em, give me one minute
Ayy, Macarena (Ayy)
Ayy, Macaria, Macaria, Macarena
Put the choppa on a nigga, turn 'em to a sprinter
Bitches on my dick, tell 'em, give me one minute
Ayy, Macarena (Ayy)

Ayy, Macaria, Macaria, Macarena (Hot)
Bitches on my stick, but my name ain't Harry Potter (No)
She lick it up, make it disappear like "Ta-da" (What?)
She ex with some dollars, not a bitch, gettin' nada (Yeah)
And I'm in this bitch with my clique, what (Wah, ah)
On my throne, 20 racks on them bitch, wild dick (Wah, ah)
Three phones, ay, word on my back (back)
She can be tapped in if a nigga tapped (Tapping)
Lookin' like someone that I used to know (Used to)
Undefeated with the bitches, I'm invincible
Diamonds ain't, invisible, nigga, I invented you
Want me to be miserable, but I can never miss a ho' (Woo, uh)

Ayy, Macaria, Macaria, Macarena
Put the choppa on a nigga, turn 'em to a sprinter
Bitches on my dick, tell 'em, give me one minute
Ayy, Macarena (Ayy)
Ayy, Macaria, Macaria, Macarena
Put the choppa on a nigga, turn 'em to a sprinter
Bitches on my dick, tell 'em, give me one minute
Ayy, Macarena (Ayy)

Ayy, I find a spot, then I post up
Bitches wanna know if I'm single, tell 'em, 'Yessir'
And I seen you dance on the 'Gram, tell her shake some
I ain't even gon' lie, I'ma eat the chocha
And I like it when she got the toes out (Tom Ford)
Get you iced down, now you glowed out (Bust down)
Got a new bitch (New bitch), took a new route (New route)
She a rockstar (Rockstar), that's no doubt (No doubt)
I'ma a fire to the flame, don't be burning me out (Ha)
I'm the nigga that she told you not to worry about
Why you think she in a rush when she leaving the house?
I'ma sip, I'ma clip, then I drip, then I'm out (Ayy)

Ayy, Macaria, Macaria, Macarena
Put the choppa on a nigga, turn 'em to a sprinter
Bitches on my dick, tell 'em, give me one minute
Ayy, Macarena (Ayy)
Ayy, Macaria, Macaria, Macarena
Put the choppa on a nigga, turn 'em to a sprinter
Bitches on my dick, tell 'em, give me one minute
Ayy, Macarena (Ayy)



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