Bend It Ova (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie & Big Freedia)

When I throw that ass up
When I back that ass up
Back that ass up, b-b-back that ass up
Lola Brooke
Where you get all that ass from?
A Boogie (back that ass up, b-b-back that ass up)
Big Freedia (uh-uh-uh-uh)
(OG Parker)

Hoodie and a mask, yeah, heart black, yeah
You want me to throw this cash?
Better shake that ass, yeah
I'm a fucked up nigga, yeah, I admit it, yeah
And I got it out the mud, still in the hood, yeah, yeah (uh-uh-uh-uh)
Back that ass up, baby, don't you be playin' with me
Back that ass up, you're fine, I want to touch it, can you back that ass up?
Make it litty, yeah
Half a ticket on the Richard, yeah, that's half a milli', yeah

Be-be-bend it over, baby, show 'em how that back look
Be-be-bend it over, baby, show 'em how that cat look
Rock-rock-rock the wave, I had to show 'em that I'm that tough
Bust rounds in this mothafucker, nigga, get it back up

I am she that you want for your wifey (your wifey)
She ain't she, that's the reason that you like me (that you like me)
Is it me on that dick?
Bitch, it might be (bitch, it might be)
Ussy leave him dead (bitch, it might be)
Put a nigga on a white tee (bitch, it might be)

C-c-come here, baby, don't be shy to get attached (uh)
Come-come and smoke this ussy, baby, put it in a pack (uh)
Da-da-dump it in me like you lettin' off a MAC
When a nigga hit it right, I don't know how to act

I am she, please do not take that lightly (take that lightly)
I'm the baddest, a bitch can't get like me (can't get like me)
Throw a bag, all my besties gon' hype me (go bitch)
Now his bitch wanna fight me (uh-uh-uh-uh)

Hoodie and a mask, yeah, heart black, yeah
You want me to throw this cash? Better shake that ass, yeah
I'm a fucked up nigga, yeah, I admit it, yeah
And I got it out the mud, still in the hood, yeah, yeah
Back that ass up, baby, don't you be playin' with me
Back that ass up, you're fine, I want to touch it, can you back that ass up?
Make it litty, yeah
Half a ticket on the Richard, yeah, that's half a milli', yeah

Sex in a lamb truck
You know what you doin', girl, arch that ass up
I fuck you sittin' down, 'cause I don't understand you
And I ain't gon' lie, girl, you fuck how you dancin'
And everywhere I go, gotta keep my ratchet (yeah)
Once you turned your back, girl, I showed you mad love (uh-huh)
I'm the reason why you fuck like that, I showed you mad stuff (woo)
I'm the reason why you drinkin' and we both do mad drugs, yeah

Hoodie and a mask, yeah, heart black, yeah
You want me to throw this cash?
Better shake that ass, yeah
I'm a fucked up nigga, yeah, I admit it, yeah
And I got it out the mud, still in the hood, yeah, yeah
Back that ass up, baby, don't you be playin' with me
Back that ass up, you're fine, I want to touch it, can you back that ass up?
Make it litty, yeah (bow-bow-bow)
Half a ticket on the Richard, yeah, that's half a milli', yeah (bow-bow-bow)

Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like you ratchet (uh-huh)
Baby, quit actin' shy, go 'head do it, make it nasty
I don't give a damn if it's real or it's plastic
Girl, you look good and that ass fantastic (bow-bow-bow-bow)
Back that ass up, b-b-back that ass up (bow-bow-bow-bow)
Hold up, let me ask a question, where you get all that ass from?
Back that ass up, b-b-back that ass up (bow-bow-bow-bow)
All that booty, booty, booty, keep 'em throwin' that cash up (bow-bow)

Hoodie and a mask, yeah, heart black, yeah
You want me to throw this cash?
Better shake that ass, yeah
I'm a fucked up nigga, yeah, I admit it, yeah
And I got it out the mud, still in the hood, yeah, yeah
Back that ass up, baby, don't you be playin' with me (bow, bow)
Back that ass up, you're fine, I want to touch it, can you back that ass up?
Make it litty, yeah (bow, bow)
Half a ticket on the Richard, yeah, that's half a milli', yeah (bow-bow-bow)

Baby, quit actin' shy, go 'head do it, make it nasty
I don't give a damn if it's real or it's plastic
Girl, you look good and that ass fantastic
Back that ass up, b-b-back that ass up
Hold up, let me ask a question, where you get all that ass from?
Come on, back that ass up, b-b-back that ass up
All that booty, booty, booty, keep 'em throwin' that cash up



Credits
Writer(s): Craig D. Love, Jonathan H. Smith, Dwayne Carter, Terius Gray, Byron O. Thomas, Eric Von Jackson Jr., Freddie Ross, Joshua Isaih Parker, Artist J. Dubose, Deongelo Marguel Holmes, Shyniece Deneen Thomas, Shaun Thomas
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