Back It Up ft. David Coração Lyrics

All that ass on you baby, gon' and back it up

I know you bad lil mama, gon' start acting up

I hit that pussy from the side and then you back it up

I need my money, racks, dividends, stack it up

We wrecking shop and make them pussy niggas pack it up

It ain't no smoke with niggas, ain't no getting back at us

And everything aight as long as you just back it up

What yo name is?

What's yo hair type?

It look like 4C, I call yo phone like every night

Now take that backwood and fill it with some kill

She arch that back, gon' fuck around and get that pussy killed

I'm bout to black, I'm dark skinned just like Dru Hill

I'm back to back, that ass is fat but swear her booty real

My niggas strapped, you bout to act, see how them bullets feel

Fat meat is greasy dawg, I promise you them bullets real

It's Mr. Rae-Rae shawty

Or you can call me David

Get in that pussy, hit that pocket and start going crazy

She want a ring but she don't know that she not Tom Brady

Feel like I walked up out of heaven just like Jagged Edge

Lil mama classy, but you know she give that ratchet head

I'm Tyson, Jordan, Jackson, Myers & Lebron James

I'm throwing fire at yo gang, hope y'all can all aim

I still got fire, still got pressure, don't matter the name

Now what was I saying?

Yeah

Nigga

Hold on

All that ass on you baby, gon' and back it up

I know you bad lil mama, gon' start acting up

I hit that pussy from the side and then you back it up

I need my money, racks, dividends, stack it up

We wrecking shop and make them pussy niggas pack it up

It ain't no smoke with niggas, ain't no getting back at us

And everything aight as long as you just back it up

Back it up for me, that's all that I want shorty, uh

You top 3, your titties and ass is gorgeous

I talk slick, that's that down south, ignore me

I talk shit, when the pussy is really for me

You gon' get that backend from the way you performing

Cole & Champagne, can I hit it in the morning?

Mr. Rae-Rae baby, I turn over while you yawning

Twist me up a spliff, and let the smoke get me high

I ain't nothing like ya last nigga girl he was corny

All that ass on you baby, gon' and back it up

I know you bad lil mama, gon' start acting up

I hit that pussy from the side and then you back it up

I need my money, racks, dividends, stack it up

We wrecking shop and make them pussy niggas pack it up

It ain't no smoke with niggas, ain't no getting back at us

And everything aight as long as you just back it up

Mr. Rae-Rae baby

Outside with a bitch that look like Lisa Raye

Uh-huh