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back it up (feat. lightskinkeisha) - saucy santana lyrics

must be that ass ’cause it ain’t yo’ face
sn*tch a n*gga’s soul but i ain’t leavin’ a trace (tre trax, i think we got one, haha)
it must be that ass ’cause it ain’t yo’ face

sn*tch a n*gga’s soul but i ain’t leavin’ a trace
it’s trax season bruh

back it up, make it nasty (that ass up)
be a sl*t but don’t make it trashy
f*ck me on the balcony, boy, not the backseat
before you get this ass, motherf*cker, cash app me
your n*gga really love me,
that’s why he double tap me (he want my ass)
juicy like a crab, baby, let’s get it crackin’
but you gotta pay the tab ‘fore i be about that action
baby, come wit’ your funds, i don’t be with all the rappin’
he wanna crunch, he wanna hunch but i don’t be with all the cappin’
eat the p*ssy like it’s lunch, it tastes good, he steady smackin’
i’m lookin’ for a baller, a motherf*ckin’ shot*caller
not a benchwarmer n*gga, i only f*ck with the starters

he like it when i back it up and dump it
back, back it up and dump it (ooh)
back it up and dump it
back, back it up and dump it (ooh)
it must be jelly ’cause jam don’t shake (beisha)
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 n*gga from the jungle, on that d*ck, i go gorilla
f*ck a nine*to*five, i need a real dope dealer
let him hit it in the kitchen while we whipping all that sh*t up
got a big old ghetto booty, yeah, he call that sh*t a wagon
i don’t mean to brag but my sh*t more fire than a dragon
we don’t f*ck with broke boys, we like them n*ggas that be packin’
we want real boss n*ggas, not the scammers who be cappin’
i’ma make that booty bounce like a 808
call it earthquake beisha when i make it shake
put a n*gga in his feelings once i let him taste (yeah)
treat him like a seat and put that p*ssy 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 (eoww)
lookin’ for a boss man, i’m lookin’ for a soldier
i’ll beak a n*gga for closure
make a n*gga lose his mind, better keep your composure
on my mama, on my hood
i look fly, i look good
play with me? ho, i wish you would (wish you would)
stand in the paint, b*tch, you wish you could (wish you could)
you a sideline ho, play the role that you should
that n*gga 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?

it’s trax season bruh
must be that ass ’cause it ain’t yo’ face (f*ck it up b*tch)
sn*tch a n*gga’s soul but i ain’t leavin’ a trace (f*ck it up b*tch)
it must be that ass ’cause it ain’t yo’ face (haha)
sn*tch a n*gga’s soul but i ain’t (beisha, santana, ho)

- saucy santana lyrics

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