Kyanna

(Chorus)Sexy sexy… kyanaI wanna make you mine… kyanaYou drive me crazy… kyanaCan I take you home my kyana?Sexy, kyanaNaughty, kyanaHot, kyanaClassy kyanaSmall kyanaBig kyanaI wanna make you my kyana[Verse 1][Big Tril]We met on a SundayShe a model on the runwayAnd I saw her coming ma wayAnd I wanna eat like candyShe hot as hell,Finest gal I know she can tellAll the gals wanna be like herbut when they try it’s an epic failI say sexy AnitaCan I make you my sweetheart?You know I’m from Africa…So big and black is ma pleasureAnd you know I can be your soldierKyana you’re my number mojaMe and you can never be overCome outside and meet Mr. Lover, Imma…(Chorus)[Verse 2][Big Tril]My chic so hot and you know that I know that you know,I just wanna take you home we can rollRush short gun in a row,It’s got alot of things that I really wanna show youI know that you want it and I want it tooYou know that you can really be my booI never leave you feeling blueThe more the tips really aint got no clue… I…I know you want me X2You know thatI know you want me X2Ki wekozakozakozaLike you don’t give a damnYou know I’m the man that you really understandGot grew up in a bank and a car up frontSo let’s ride out if you want to maybe…(Chorus)[Verse 3][Fille]Trizzy Trizzy I know your coolBut I don’t think I can be your booAhaaI only want my sugar,yet me and you can make a futureWe can go together…We can be togetherPlay rock and ball… oh oh oh oh ohI can be your mamaYou can be ma papa…aaaTrizzy baby, Trizzy baby Fille babyTujende tujine hamweTugira abanobo siuweKutwakum nanye hatare… ah ah ahhhh(Chorus)