A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Back It Up Lyrics
Back It Up Lyrics by A Boogie wit da Hoodie
I’m the only one fiendin’, I want Serena
Big-a$$ crib, so much acres, can’t find my neighbors
Big-a$$ 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
fvck a bad B!tch, 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 niqqas 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
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, fvck 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 niqqas hate, but they don’t ever want no problems
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 niqqas 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 niqqas 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