Back It Up (feat. David Coração)

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 Three, 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