Lyrics Up - We'll Mash You Up

All right, girls!
You right ready?
Let's bring
some TyTy fierce and love
Right here, right now.

We're smokin'
We're voguein'
We'll mash you up
Yeah, yeah
Our British tooch is major
Your hoochie tooch
No flava

I'm Queen Catherine
I'm elegant and supreme
A timeless beauty
From any era
I'm the only
Fashion time traveller

They all know me
I'm Sophie
(What Up, Sophie?)
I'm the one
they talk about mostly
The Scallywags just hate
Oh, gosh!
But they're just jelly
because we're posh

We're smokin'
We're voguein'
We'll mash you up
Yeah, yeah
Our British tooch is major
Your hoochie tooch
No flava

Legs for days
Make your way (There is no 's' in subtitle)
Pot Ledom runway teacher
Couture strutter
Like no other
Sincerely a stunner Alisha

I'm a high fashion battery
Everything you tried to be
British Pot Ledom personality
Charisma with ease
Convincing, indeed
Chic masterpiece Annaliese

(Let's go!)

We're smokin'
We're voguein'
We'll mash you up
Yeah, yeah
Our British tooch is major
Your hoochie tooch
No flava

Pot Ledom looks
Smizing for sure
We enter a room
With Majesty
Our style's all Brit
And the yanks can't knick
The way we tickle your fancy

We tooch high
We tooch low
Your yankee tooch
is too slow
We tooch high
We tooch low
Your tooch is hooch
So just go

We're smokin'
We're voguein'
We'll mash you up
Yeah, yeah
Our British tooch is major
Your hoochie tooch
No flava