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| BACK THAT *ZZ UP [Juvenile]: Got you working with some *ss, yeah You bad, yeah Make a n*gga spend his cash, yeah His last, yeah H*es clown when you pass, yeah They mad, yeah You gon' ride in the Jag, yeah With dad, yeah You could smoke or buy a bag, yeah A grass, yeah Got money I confess, yeah And trash, yeah I'm a Big Tymer n*gga, yeah Pulling trigger, yeah A player hater to flip with, yeah Gon' head and fill it, yeah I be slanging wood, yeah Out the hood, yeah Let it be understood, yeah It's all good, yeah Got a n*gga screaming large, yeah On the hard, yeah A smooth ghetto broad, yeah I want the broad, yeah A n*gga do a trick, yeah On the d*ck, yeah You claiming you want a b*tch, yeah That ain't sh*t, yeah The n*gga with the money, yeah Don't act funny, yeah Got birds and I'm running, yeah 'Bout a hundred, yeah (Chorus): Girl, you looks good, won't you back that *ss up You'se a fine motherf*cker, won't you back that *ss up Call me big daddy when you back that *ss up Hoe, who is you playing with Back that *ss up Girl, you looks good, won't you back that *ss up You'se a fine motherf*cker, won't you back that *ss up Call me big daddy when you back that *ss up Girl, who is you playing with Back that *ss up Girl, you looks good, won't you back that *ss up You'se a fine motherf*cker, won't you back that *ss up [Juvenile]: You got a steel, big *ss, yeah Make me laugh, yeah Make a n*gga wanna grab that autograph that I'm sweating on the draws, yeah On hard, yeah Wanna walk it like a dog, yeah Break you off, yeah Get, how you gon' yours, yeah That's for sure, yeah You f*cking with my nerves, yeah To the curb, yeah I know you b*tches know, yeah And it show, yeah But a n*gga got some more, yeah I'm 'bout to flow, yeah Fresh off some sh*t, yeah In his b*tch, yeah We be making hit, yeah After hit, yeah Them t*tties sitting nice, yeah I wanna bite, yeah I could f*ck you right, yeah All night, yeah Wanna bring it to my house, yeah On the couch, yeah Knock the p*ssy out, yeah Get them out, yeah I wanna see these h*es, yeah Bend it low, yeah Let me run it in the hole, yeah Let me know, yeah (Chorus): Girl, you looks good, won't you back that *ss up You'se a fine motherf*cker, won't you back that *ss up Call me big daddy when you back that *ss up Hoe, who is you playing with Back that *ss up Girl, you looks good, won't you back that *ss up You'se a fine motherf*cker, won't you back that *ss up Call me big daddy when you back that *ss up H*e, who is you playing with Back that *ss up [Manny Fresh]: I know you can't stand it Big Bandit Done landed See the draws handed We can go get it y'all Gang split it y'all Put the b*tch on the wall and I hit it y'all I'm looking kind of lonely I'm feeling h*rny Put the d*ck in the middle like Monee Big, thick plumber chick And a Hummer chick Beat the d*ck like a motherf*cking drummer chick Cinch that putty-cat Look at that I love a f*cking hoody-rat That's a fact You'se a motherf*cking get it girl Quit it girl I'm the n*gga, the n*gga, n*gga The hit it girl (Chorus): Girl, you looks good, won't you back that *ss up You'se a fine motherf*cker, won't you back that *ss up Call me big daddy when you back that *ss up H*e, who is you playing with Back that *ss up Girl, you looks good, won't you back that *ss up You'se a fine motherf*cker, won't you back that *ss up Call me big daddy when you back that *ss up H*e, who is you playing with Back that *ss up [Lil Wayne]: Na, na, na, na, na After you back it up, then stop Then wha-wha-what Dro-drop it like it's hot Now after you back it up, then stop Now, wha-wha-wha-what Drop it like it's hot Now drop It like it's hot Drop it like it's hot C-M-P make you drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Dro-drop it like it's hot Drop it like it's hot Dro-drop it like it's hot Ha. HA [Jay-Z]: Bounce, bounce, bounce J-j-j-j-j-Juvenile and Jigga The remix [Juvenile]: You at the point of no return, ha If your daddy get out the way with you, you gon to let him learn, ha Life's a b*tch, ha N*ggas be fakin but you ain't givin em sh*t, ha You stealin the bricks, ha You got a wife and three kids, ha But you be f*ckin around right in the neighborhood you live, ha You own a truck, ha With tv's and cd's rimmed up, ha F*ckin em up, ha You won't be stuntin on your cell, ha Get your partner some money orders and commence to jail, ha You bout ready to roll a draw, ha Some of that drove, ha You bout to get you some more, ha You that n*gga with all that cheese, ha You that n*gga that whipped that girl and she called the police, ha You understand, ha You ain't gon cry like a b*tch, you gon be a man, ha Where ever you stand, ha (Chorus): You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire Remaining a G until the moment you expire You know what it is, to make nothing outta something You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering You a paper chaser, you got your block on fire Remaining a G until the moment you expire You know what it is, to make nothing outta something You handle your biz and don't be crying and suffering [Jay-Z]: You done got yourself in some deep sh*t Now you stuck in your house, you gotta peep the remix You can't go out cuz they gon leave you in a deep ditch And hit you with the sign if you decide to keep sh*t The only reason you alive cuz you read lips And you drove by the block, low and you seein sh*t Seen em mouthin off, they don't need this sh*t How they sick of you, duckin, dodgin and weavin and sh*t How they call you when you don't return they beeps Now they ready to kill you and all your peeps You done f*cked around with some wild n*ggas You done f*cked off the dough and Juvenile and Jigga's You better get it back, or sleep where the river's at They send shots through your fifty cap They got big guns that go brrrrrrrap, brrrrrrrap, brrrrap Where your n*ggas at? (Repeat Chorus) [Juvenile]: You gotta get up off your *ss, ha And make the cash, ha And stay away from them bags, ha Two and two done come together, ha Juvi and Jigga, ha Straight up guerrillas, ha That n*gga mad and fresh a fool, ha He be playin it to the b*tches on every song he do, ha My f*ckin album going plat, ha You bought the tape, ha Tell em ain't none of it fake, ha You got a shipment coming in, ha During the week, ha Got a little something for me, ha You boy and them be drawin heat, ha But that's your wootie so you gotta find you someone to creep, ha Nigga tired of livin fast, ha Your boy hit the st*sh, ha Now you wanna go bust his *ss, ha You keep it real, ha You don't fuck with no n*gga but you will kill, ha You know how it feel, ha (Repeat Chorus) Get Sponsored Get Sponsored Get Sponsored |
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