Throwback (Feat. Chris Brown) – B.o.B – letras

AyGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisAll my bitches get togetherGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisAll my bitches get togetherGo crazy to thisAnd throw that back, throw that backDon’t be scared, bitch throw backThis dick right here is cleaner than a hypochondriacPo’ that yack, po’ that yackThis flow, you know that’s crackThis beat, you know that trackI put my city on, you be on the mapTwo hands when she on, like a scooterShe told me she wish she knew me soonerIf I hit her wit’ a new maneuverWhat she gon’ do? Scream hallelujah!Her eyes rollin’, she goneShe gettin’ in her zoneAnd when she gimme dat lookThen Im’a do whatever I wantAyGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisAll my bitches get togetherGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisAll my bitches get togetherGo crazy to thisAnd throw that back, throw that backDon’t play bitch, throw that backAnd throw that back, throw that backDon’t play bitch, throw that backThrow that back, throw that backBa-ba-ba throw that backThrow that back, throw that backDon’t play girl, throw that backDon’t play wit’ it, I’ma lay in itI’ma paint yo walls, I’mma spray in itNever go licky licky wit’ my face in itIf it’s country wood, then you takin’ itI said my chain so bright I’mma vacation in itAnd you fake ass nigga ain’t made of shitI got a hundred fifty racks just to show upYou had to pay? Nigga I got paid to sitI bet yo girl know meA young nigga but I’m feelin’ like a OGAdd a ‘r’ and a ‘y’, that’s a orgyI got her legs in the skyShe gon’ walk a bunch of life with no feetShe said her booty from the motherlandShe started wobblin’ and poppin’ like a rubber bandI’m throwin’ ten racks with my rightShe told me grab her ass wit’ my other handGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisAll my bitches get togetherGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisAll my bitches get togetherGo crazy to thisAnd throw that back, throw that backDon’t play bitch, throw that backAnd throw that back, throw that backDon’t play bitch, throw that backThrow that back, throw that backBa-ba-ba throw that backThrow that back, throw that backDon’t play girl, throw that backI’ma pimp, did ya know that?Bobby Ray finna throw thatAnd when I throw that, D I never hold backHoes lookin’ for me like a [?]’Ca-Cause she wanna ride it like she stole itThat camel toe, I’m finna poke itShe got her best friend wit’ her and we playin’ hokey-pokeyShe jus’ tryna focus on this wood in this pineBow down to the wood like a shrineI be the 6, you be the 9That’s the only time you’ll be less than a dimeGirl it’s showin’ timeTime to stretch, time to whineI wanna see you windI wanna put it on your mind when I see you grindGive life to the death, give site to the blindI wanna hit it from the back like « Aah-aah-aah! « LookGo crazy to thisGo crazy to thisNow I’m in the pipe cause you ain’t fuckin’ her rightA nigga lazy as shitThey go crazy to thisI could go crazy to thisSoon as that song drop, that thong dropJust shake that!And throw that back, throw that backDon’t play bitch, throw that backAnd throw that back, throw that backDon’t play bitch, throw that backThrow that back, throw that backBa-ba-ba throw that backThrow that back, throw that backDon’t play girl, throw that back