Hit U From the Back lyrics

by

Lloyd


[Intro: Rodney]
Ya see sugar, I been yearnin' to hold you
Now I'mma be straight up and down witcha
Cause that's the only way I know how to be
Now baby I'mma ask you one thing, can I hold ya?

[Chorus: Rodney]
c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
c*ck c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
c*ck c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Met her down at the mall
Me and Gucci coppin' Gucci
Gucci that's my road dawg
Flippin' chickens for the sushi
Must’ve been the Creed Cologne
For baby girl to read my zone
Or them red monkey jeans
They made her wanna ring my phone
There they go, there they go
A big ol' pack of pretty b*tches
There they go, there they go
We them n*ggas with them 6's
There they go, there they go
Countin' all that freaky money
See this freaky money, see this weekend money
Look at me, I cook for her
Then I make her cook for me
She make me cook her lobster tails
I make her go and cook a ki'
Catch a flight, first class
Don P every glass
Next year we private jets
In the clouds havin' sex
c*m once, c*m twice
Rick Ross dumb nice
Baby girl take sum advice
And c*m and f*ck ya boy tonight
Come f*ck with a fat n*gga baby
f*ck with a rap n*gga baby
I'm on my way
It's time to hit you from the back baby
[Chorus: Rodney]
c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
c*ck c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
c*ck c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Bundles a bags so my woman can brag
Belle harbour bell boys say I'mma wonderful dad
Excellent pimp saute the shrimp
I went and bought the Benz
Same kind that ya rent
No minute man, this di*k long term
I love to get brain, girl I wanna learn
You could show me that, you could teach me things
Welcome to the mall, here's ya first pinky ring
20 karats, 20 grand, Paris Hilton linen bed
Cocaine drug lord, live at the vibe awards
Sittin' on the third row, call it the bird row
I'm next to Birdman Young Jeezy Kurt Blow
We all legends
Legends in the game we was at legends back in the 90's Maine
Now I'm like a ghost, in the white Phantom
Take her home, f*ck her in the wife manner
[Chorus: Rodney]
c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
c*ck c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
c*ck c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
f*ck the games, girl I need a super freak
She soakin' in the sauna, I smokin' on a leaf
When we come together, I always do my job
She let me hit it hard, hit it, hit it, hit it hard
I stroke and stroke I poke and poke we rope a dope she won't Let Go
I give her a stack, she gives me pleasure
When baby girl down with me, it's whatever
f*ck that movie sh*t, I'm on that puchy sh*t
Downtown shoppin', hot sh*t I'm coppin'
F crown hold up fresh brown Rover
Hit ya from the back, f*ck and flip ya like ya crack

[Chorus: Rodney]
Let me hit you from the back
c*ck c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
c*ck c*ck c*ck ya legs
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back
Let me hit you from the back
Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back
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