Lyrics Back It Up - Saucy Santana, LightSkinKeisha

Back It Up

It must be that ass cause it ain’t yo face,
Snatch a niggas soul but I ain’t leavin a trace
It must be that ass cause it ain’t yo face,
Snatch a niggas soul but I ain’t leavin a trace
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
Back it up make it nasty
Be a slut, but don’t make it trashy
Fuck me on the balcony, boy not the backseat
Before you get this ass, motherfucker cashapp me
Your nigga really love me
That’s why he double tap it
Juicy like a crab baby let’s get it crackin
But you gotta pay the tab before I be about that action
Baby come with your funds, I don’t be with all the rappin'
He want to crunch, he want to hunch
But I don’t be about the capping
Eat the pussy like its lunch.
It tastes good, he steady smacking
I’m looking for a baller, a motherfucking shot-caller
Not a benchwarmer nigga, I only fuck with the starters
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
I’ma bend that ass over, let him eat it for his dinner
Need a nigga from the jungle, on the dick I go gorilla
Fuck a 9 to 5, I need a real dope dealer
Let him hit in the kitchen, while he whipping all his shit up
Got a big ole 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 packing
We like real boss niggas, not no scammers who be capping
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
Treat him like a seat and put that pussy on his face
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
Jeans on fashion nova
I’m looking for a bossman I’m looking for a soldier
Ill break nigga, foreclosure
Make a nigga lose his mind, baby keep your composure
On my mama, on my hood
I look fly, I look good
Play with me hoe I wish you would
Stand in the paint, bitch you wish you could
You a sideline hoe, play the role that you should
That nigga can 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
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
Get it, get it, get it, get it, fuck it up bitch
Get it, get it, get it, get it, fuck it up bitch
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Ha haaaa, Big Beisha, Santana Hoe!