Lil' Wayne - Bring It Back Lyrics

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Ladies and gentlemen

People with jobs people without jobs

Middle class upper class high class all that

Cats snakes chickens ducks elderly people and twerkers

I present this to you

DJ [Incomprehensible]

DJ [Incomprehensible]

Young ladies

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in back out do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in back out do the hump

Well I'm fly as son of a gun son of a Stunner

Get high as a 757 goin' to heaven no

Whizzy F yo reverend preach about me

I'm the God 1-7 Apple and E

I'm the cash money Makaveli y'all ain't ready

Break fast like Tom Petty y'all just petty

82' I was born ready I'm too ready

Y'all Betty Crocker balla blockas I'm too heavy

Meatball Lamborghini top spaghetti

Seats Ragu up 20 inch shoes

Oh me and you got plenty to do

I don't need no pool I'm swimmin' in you

And I sleep with the sharks shorty on the water water

And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama shake sumthin' for me

And it don't make sense if it don't make that money

I'ma take that money I'm strung for cash

Young ladies

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in back out do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in back out do the hump

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I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I take off my brim

Moment of silence for the homeboy so slim yeah

Frontin' 'round here will get ya back chopped off

We do our own thing we don't act like y'all

I say black white walls with the back swiped off

Ah y'all little bustas 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

Yup Whizzy the down only read between the line

If you can't boy read ma nine

I'm goin' hard in the paint like diesel time

Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin' it

I'll be easy fall back and be cool with it

If Paul Barrer is movin' it dead float I'm through with it

I'm the shh na na I'm sewerage

Whizzy F baby I do this here

Young ladies

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in back out do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in back out do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I get my old school gangsta' map like the 80's

I look like Cita and act like Baby Gal

You play with me I'll react like the navy

Ya betta get the army y'all gone need them for me

And ya head is a bleepin' target

Y'all want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis

Wizzle fizzle I keep in New Orleans

Sleepin' with women that sleep with the Hornets

A country boy is sumthin' 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

Yup wizzle fizzle original hot bizzle

Still Lil' Wayne but da dividend's not little

Yeah don't be suprised how the chrome feel

Get down get down man I'm [Incomprehensible]

Young ladies

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in back out do the hump

Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump

Put ya back in back out do the hump

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

I bring it back to the bottom of the map

[Incomprehensible] the best rapper alive

Since the best rapper retired

The best rapper alive

Since the best rapper retired

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