- A Boogie Wit da Hoodie Back It Up 歌詞
- A Boogie Wit da Hoodie
- [Verse 1]
You know exactly what happens when baddies and baddies link up
I'm the only one fiendin', I want Serena
Big-ass crib, so much acres, can't find my neighbors
Big-ass watch, like that chain off of Flavor Flavor
Sorry, mama, these pills up for concentration
You don't even wanna beat me when you say "Congratulations"
If I gotta up this pole, I promise I ain't overthinkin'
Ooh, baby, blue faces and VV's
Probably the reason why you the coldest ever (Coldest ever)
Right to my collection, goin' out together
**** a bad bitch, now I'm feelin' better
Took my diary to [?], to the side
Swag likе mine, you're just my type
With that arch on your back, I lost my mind, huh, yеah, look
[Chorus]
Back it up, baby, come and back it up
We makin' love and I got that ratchet touch
Shorty bad and niggas know that they ain't one of us
She'll let nobody tell you, you [?] one of one
(Ooh, nah, nah, nah) Huh? Irregular
I go platinum every single time I smack her butt
Before I even hit the age of twenty-one
I knew one day that I would end up blowin' up
[Verse 2]
Pakistan, if they front, we goin' back again
I lay her right down on her stomach, she roll over, said "I'm cummin', king"
See me in commercials, now she never go nowhere we 'llowed, probably chess
Do it for Boogie, baby, **** voice on his head
She know I'm the reason to get us a new way to dress
But it's okay, 'cause we be told, we go 'head, switch the style up
I hate how niggas hate, but they don't ever want no problems
[Pre-Chorus]
Christian Louboutin, back in with the spice
Yeah, somethin' [?] might change your mind
This [?] might replace your spine, huh, look
[Chorus]
Back it up, baby, come and back it up
We makin' love and I got that ratchet touch
Shorty bad and niggas know that they ain't one of us
She'll let nobody tell you, you [?] one of one
(Ooh, nah, nah, nah) Huh? Irregular
I go platinum every single time I smack her butt
Before I even hit the age of twenty-one
I knew one day that I would end up blowin' up
[Pre-Chorus]
Christian Louboutin, back in with the spice
Yeah, somethin' [?] might change your mind
This [?] might replace your spine, huh, look
[Chorus]
Back it up, baby, come and back it up
We makin' love and I got that ratchet touch
Shorty bad and niggas know that they ain't one of us
She'll let nobody tell you, you [?] one of one
Huh? Irregular
I go platinum every single time I smack her butt
Before I even hit the age of twenty-one
I knew one day that I would end up blowin' up
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