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Where the bad bitches at, gon' smoke?Where the bad bitches at, gon' drank?Where the bad bitches at that twerk?Put them weak bitches out that can'tLook at shawty right there with them quirksGot me tryin' not to scratch my paintAnd when she shake that ass, I throw more cashSwear she tryna get a piece of my bankBack it up, back it up, bust it open, wide open, baby girlLet me see what you're workin' withMe and T, some pimp shit, this is the collisionMy nigga at the front, I'm at the tail end, where is your girlfriend?I'm lickin' the surface, try puttin' a word inI jump in that pussy and turn that shit to a whirlwindI'm Twizzy F Baby, Mista Mista MurdaI'ma kill you little niggas but the pussy, I'm murkin' 'emLet me slow it upY'all already know what's upBeen gettin' paid since a young ageNow that's young money, watch me throw it upI'm in King of Diamonds like what the fuck?Throwin' stacks at her, throwin' racks at herAnd don't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enoughJust gon' do me a favor, girl, back it upBack it upLetras de cancionesGirl back it upGirl back it upGirl back it upGirl back it upGon' do me a favor, girl back it upI'm throwin' stacks at her, throwin' racks at herDon't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enoughJust gon' do me a favor, girl, back it upLet me see you do it, girl work the poleGon' get this money, girl twerk it slowLet me see it though, let me see it thoughYeah I'm talkin' bendin' over, girl touch your toesNow strike a pose, then drop it lowI'm in the strip club with my big broNamed Weezy F, and we do it the bestAlready 60 racks and leave the floor messyYoung Money, homie, YMCMBGot a brown tone for the T-StreetsI need 3 more for Chris, B and TI'm a fool with it, just a young eliteShit, what the Hell? You can't blame meThis the fast life, get your cash rightAnd when she think it's rightThen come back to TwistAnd we can match it up and have a cash fightNow I'm balling on em'Still stunting on em'In the strip club, still hunching on em'Still ripping bands, homie by the grandsIm the young boss, follow my commandsNow I'm bring bought seven handsBack to my table, racks on racks to my navalGot all the girls wanna rock the young boy like a cradle, well!Girl back it upGirl back it upGirl back it upGirl back it upGon' do me a favor, girl back it upI'm throwin' stacks at her, throwin' racks at herDon't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enoughJust gon' do me a favor, girl, back it upAuggh!!Girl back it up, b-back it upIm hard as fuck and I wanna fuckBitch open up, I'm to-to raw gotta rap it upI'm ultra faded, I'm pouring cupsTwo shots of this, ass shots on herDon't ask for nothing, let me throw it upMan she all on my balls like bowling bruhAuggh!!I'm more than amazing, with the location, a lot of caucasiansNiggas with money and money your savingsBout' my business, nigga no blazerWhy you tryna save her, nigga I slave herWhile you pay her, I get paperGot hoes lined up like a taperBack to back I call that Laker, huh!P-pop a pill, do it bigBend it over, I see it's realDrizzy voice, young money illI low my dick, then auto-killShe know it's realMan I got that cake, happy belatedI styling on my ex, let my nigga Twizzy say it, huh!Girl back it upGirl back it upGirl back it upGirl back it upGon' do me a favor, girl back it upI'm throwin' stacks at her, throwin' racks at herDon't worry 'bout it, girl, if I'm old enoughJust gon' do me a favor, girl, back it up From Letras Mania