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' f*ck 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
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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' f*ck 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
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' f*ck 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
Writer: David Seals
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid