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Kanta laga lyrics - Tony Kakkar and Honey Singh

        Introduction           Tony kakkar is a great name in the Bollywood industry. Recently, he has given song named "Kanta laga". Credits Song - Kata laga Director - Mihir Gulati Singer - Tony Kakkar, Neha Kakkar and Honey Singh Lyrics - Tony Kakkar Lyrics in English                              Raja Tere Mahal Ke Piche Piche Piche Piche Haanji Tere Tere Bagiche Niche Niche Kyun Kanta Laga Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooh Kanta Laga Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooh Ooh Kaanta Laga Aaye Aaye Aaye Aaye Aaye Aaye Ooh Ooh Kaanta Laga Aaye Aaye Aaye Aaye Aaye Aaye Ooh Ooh Rani Mere Mahal Ke Piche Piche Piche Piche Haanji Mere Mere Bagiche Niche Niche Hoon Kanta Laga Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooh Kanta Laga Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooi Maa Ooh Ooh Kyunki Sundar Naari Khadi Thi Kuwari Ankh Matka Rahi Oon Oon Arey Laal Teri Saadi Dikhti Naadi Add Gayi Garaari Kyun Kyun Dheeme Dheeme Dheeme Dheeme Dheeme Dh
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Get Low - DJ snake Lyrics

Get Low - DJ snake Lyrics

Singer DJ snake

3-6-9, damn you fine
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (get low), get low (get low), get low (get low)
To the window (to the window), to the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
Shawty crunk, so fresh, so clean
Can she fuck that? That question been harassing me
In the mind, this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50-11 times
Now, can I play with yo' panty line?
The club owner say I need to calm down
Security guards gonna sweat me, now
Nigga drunk than a motherfucker, threaten me now
She getting crunk in the club, I mean she work it
And then I like to see the female twerking
Taking her clothes off, fuckin' naked
ATL hoe, don't disrespect it
A-pop yo' pussy like this
'Cause Yin Yang Twins in this b-i-tch
Lil Jon and the East Side Boyz with me
And we all like to see ass and tities
Now, bring yo ass over here, hoe
And let me see you get low if you want this thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor)
And if yo' ass wanna act, you can keep yo' ass where you're at
3-6-9, damn you fine
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (get low), get low (get low), get low (get low)
To the window (to the window), to the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
Let me see you get low (you scared, you scared)
Drop that ass to the floor (you scared, you scared)
Let me see you get low (you scared, you scared)
Drop that ass to the floor (you scared, you scared)
Twerk that ass, ay, shake it fast, ay
Pop that ass, to the left and the right, ay
Twerk that ass, ay, shake it fast, ay
Pop that ass, to the left and the right, ay
Now, back, back, back it up
Ay, back, back, back it up
Ay, back, back, back it up
Ay, back, back, back it up
Now, stop (oh) then wiggle with it (yeah)
Stop (oh) then wiggle with it (yeah)
Stop (oh) then wiggle with it (yeah)
Stop (oh) then wiggle with it, wiggle with it
3-6-9, damn you fine
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (get low), get low (get low), get low (get low)
To the window (to the window), to the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
Now give me my dub back, go and get your friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my Henn'
Steady looking at me, still asking questions
Time's up, nigga, pass me another contestant
Hoe, move to the left if you ain't 'bout 50
Done talk through three or four songs already
Looking at a nigga with yo palm out
Bitch, I ain't even seen you dance
Twerk somethin', baby, work somethin', baby
Poppin' pussy on the pole, do yo' thang, baby
Slide down that bitch a little bit then stop
Get back on the floor, catch yo' balance then drop
Now, bring it back up, clap yo' ass like hands
I just wanna see yo' ass dirty dance
Ying Yang, we done, done it again
And put it on the map like "Hahn"
3-6-9, damn you fine
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (get low), get low (get low), get low (get low)
To the window (to the window), to the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
Goddamn, yah, y'all twerking a little bit ladies (a lil' bit)
But y'all got to twerk a little bit harder than that (lil' harder)
Now, right now, I need all the ladies that know they look good tonight
We want y'all to just do this shit, like this
Bend over to the front, touch the toes
Back that ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front, touch the toes
Back that ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front, touch the toes
Back that ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front, touch the toes
Back that ass up and down and get low (get low)
3-6-9, damn you fine
Hoping she can sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (get low), get low (get low), get low (get low)
To the window (to the window), to the wall (to the wall)
'Til the sweat drop down my balls (my balls)
'Til all these bitches crawl
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)
'Til all skeet-skeet, motherfucker (motherfucker)
'Til all skeet-skeet, goddamn (goddamn)



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