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Bring It Back - Chopped & Screwed
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Fre-fre-fre-fre-fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre-fre-fre-fre-fresh (Mannie)
Fre-fre-fre-fre-fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre-fre-fre-errr (young ladies!)
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Back back back back go and do the hump
Put your hands on your knees and bend your rump
Back back back back go and do the hump
Well, I'm fly, fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna, yep
High as a 757 going to heaven, who?
Fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna, yep
High as a 757 going to heaven, who?
Fly as a son of gun, son of a stunna, yep
High high as a 757 going to heaven
Weezy Weezy F., your reverend, preach about me
I'm the god, one-seven, Apple and E
Cash cash money mak'veli, y'all ain't ready
Quick, fast, like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
Eighty-two, I was born ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers, I'm too heavy
Meat meatball Lamborghini, top spaghetti (ugh)
Seats seats ragu, ah, twenty the shoe
Boo, me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you
And I sleep with the sharks, shawty, on that water-water
In the Bimmer 840, mama, shake something for me (yeah)
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm straight cash money, yeah (young ladies!)
Hands, hands on your knees and bend your rump (yeah)
Back back back back go and do the hump (that's right)
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) a-whodi
Geah, I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah
I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah
I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah
Fronting fronting 'round here'll get your back chopped off
We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all
A black, black-white walls with the back swiped off, yayy
Y'all lil' busters just a tax write-off
I'm a stand-up guy, not the type that fall
We don't breed them kind, but they bleed just fine, yeah
Weezy the don, homie, read between the lines
If you can't, boy, read my nine
I'm going hard in the paint like diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doing it, or these cats is losing it
I'll be easy, fall back and be cool with it
Pallbearer is moving his dead flow, I'm through with it
I'm the shh! Nah, nah, I'm sewer-rich
Weezy F. Baby, I do's this, yeah! (Young ladies!)
Hands hands on your knees and bend your rump
Back back back back go and do the hump
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) a-whodi
Old old-school gangsta mack like the eighties
I look, I look like Cita and act like baby, yep
Look like Cita and act like baby
Look like Cita and act like baby, yep
You play with me, I react like the navy
Or better yet the army—you gon' need them for me, yep
And your head is a bleeping target
You don't want me to see you with my peeking tommy's
Wizzle fizzle, I keep it New Orleans
Sleeping with women that sleep with the hornets, yup
A country boy in something foreign
'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples
Yeah, wizzle fizzle, original hot bizzle
Still Lil Wayne, but the dividends not little
Yeah, don't be surprised how the crown fit him
C'mon get down, uh, get down for the young'un', the prince (young ladies!)
Hands, hands on your knees and bend your rump
Back back back back go and do the hump
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-whodi, a-wodettes (I bring it back to the bottom of the map) a-whodi
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