Paroles de la chanson Back It Up par Saucy Santana
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Paroles de la chanson Back It Up par Saucy Santana
[Saucy Santana]
Must be that ass ‘cause it ain't yo' face
Snatch a nigga's soul but I ain't leavin' a trace
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
It must be that ass ‘cause it ain't yo' face
Snatch a nigga's soul but I ain't leavin' a trace
(It's Trax season bruh)
[Saucy Santana]
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Must be that ass ‘cause it ain't yo' face
Snatch a nigga's soul but I ain't leavin' a trace
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
It must be that ass ‘cause it ain't yo' face
Snatch a nigga's soul but I ain't leavin' a trace
(It's Trax season bruh)
[Saucy Santana]
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
[Saucy Santana]
Back it up, make it nasty (That ass up)
Be a slut but don't make it trashy
Fuck me on the balcony, boy, not the backseat
Before you get this ass, motherfucker, Cash App me
Your nigga really love me, that's why he double tap me (He want my ass)
Juicy like a crab, baby, let's get it crackin'
But you gotta pay the tab ‘fore I be about that action
Baby, come wit' your funds, I don't be with all the rappin'
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
[Saucy Santana]
Back it up, make it nasty (That ass up)
Be a slut but don't make it trashy
Fuck me on the balcony, boy, not the backseat
Before you get this ass, motherfucker, Cash App me
Your nigga really love me, that's why he double tap me (He want my ass)
Juicy like a crab, baby, let's get it crackin'
But you gotta pay the tab ‘fore I be about that action
Baby, come wit' your funds, I don't be with all the rappin'
He wanna crunch, he wanna hunch but I don't be with all the cappin'
Eat the pussy like it's lunch, it tastes good, he steady smackin'
I'm lookin' for a baller, a motherfuckin' shot-caller
Not a benchwarmer nigga, I only fuck with the starters
[Saucy Santana, LightSkinKeisha]
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it (Ooh)
Eat the pussy like it's lunch, it tastes good, he steady smackin'
I'm lookin' for a baller, a motherfuckin' shot-caller
Not a benchwarmer nigga, I only fuck with the starters
[Saucy Santana, LightSkinKeisha]
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it (Ooh)
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it (Ooh)
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake (Beisha)
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
[LightSkinKeisha]
I'ma bend that ass over, let him eat it for his dinner
Need a nigga from the jungle, on that dick, I go gorilla
Fuck a 9-to-5, I need a real dope dealer
Let him hit it in the kitchen while we whipping all that shit up
Got a big old ghetto booty, yeah, he call that shit a wagon
I don't mean to brag but my shit more fire than a dragon
Back, back it up and dump it (Ooh)
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake (Beisha)
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
[LightSkinKeisha]
I'ma bend that ass over, let him eat it for his dinner
Need a nigga from the jungle, on that dick, I go gorilla
Fuck a 9-to-5, I need a real dope dealer
Let him hit it in the kitchen while we whipping all that shit up
Got a big old ghetto booty, yeah, he call that shit a wagon
I don't mean to brag but my shit more fire than a dragon
We don't fuck with broke boys, we like them niggas that be packin'
We want real boss niggas, not the scammers who be cappin'
I'ma make that booty bounce like a 808
Call it Earthquake Beisha when I make it shake
Put a nigga in his feelings once I let him taste (Yeah)
Treat him like a seat and put that pussy on his face
[Saucy Santana]
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
We want real boss niggas, not the scammers who be cappin'
I'ma make that booty bounce like a 808
Call it Earthquake Beisha when I make it shake
Put a nigga in his feelings once I let him taste (Yeah)
Treat him like a seat and put that pussy on his face
[Saucy Santana]
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
[Saucy Santana]
Jeans on, Fashion Nova (Eoww)
Lookin' for a boss man, I'm lookin' for a soldier
I'll beak a nigga for clousre
Make a nigga lose his mind, better keep your composure
On my mama, on my hood
I look fly, I look good
Play with me? Ho, I wish you would (Wish you would)
Stand in the paint, bitch, you wish you could (Wish you could)
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
[Saucy Santana]
Jeans on, Fashion Nova (Eoww)
Lookin' for a boss man, I'm lookin' for a soldier
I'll beak a nigga for clousre
Make a nigga lose his mind, better keep your composure
On my mama, on my hood
I look fly, I look good
Play with me? Ho, I wish you would (Wish you would)
Stand in the paint, bitch, you wish you could (Wish you could)
You a sideline ho, play the role that you should
That nigga only give you pipe but make sure my bills good
I be nasty, I be classy, sometimes misunderstood
This the best of both worlds, you want ratchet or Hollywood?
[Saucy Santana]
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
That nigga only give you pipe but make sure my bills good
I be nasty, I be classy, sometimes misunderstood
This the best of both worlds, you want ratchet or Hollywood?
[Saucy Santana]
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
He like it when I back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
Back it up and dump it
Back, back it up and dump it
It must be jelly ‘cause jam don't shake
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
[ Saucy Santana, LightSkinKeisha]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)
Must be that ass ‘cause it ain't yo' face (Fuck it up bitch)
Snatch a nigga's soul but I ain't leavin' a trace (Fuck it up bitch)
It must be that ass ‘cause it ain't yo' face (Haha)
Snatch a nigga's soul but I ain't leavin' a trace (Beisha, Santana, ho)
It ain't my birthday but he want this cake
[ Saucy Santana, LightSkinKeisha]
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)
Must be that ass ‘cause it ain't yo' face (Fuck it up bitch)
Snatch a nigga's soul but I ain't leavin' a trace (Fuck it up bitch)
It must be that ass ‘cause it ain't yo' face (Haha)
Snatch a nigga's soul but I ain't leavin' a trace (Beisha, Santana, ho)
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