Lyrics

It must be that ass 'cause it ain't yo face
Snatch a ****'s soul but I ain't leavin' a trace
It must be that ass 'cause it ain't yo face
Snatch a ****'s soul but I ain't leavin' a trace
 
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
Back it up, make it nasty
Be a slut, but don’t make it trashy
Fuck me on the, on the balcony, boy not the backseat
Before you get this ass, motherfucker Cash App
Your **** really love me
That's why he double tap it
Juicy like a crab baby, let's get it crackin’
But you gotta pay the tab
Before I be about that action
Baby, come with your funds
I don’t be with all the rappin’
He want to crunch, he want to hunch
But I don’t be about the capping
Eat the pussy like it's lunch
It tastes good, he steady smacking
I’m looking for a baller
A motherfucking shot-caller
Not a bench warmer ****
I only fuck with the starters
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
I'ma bend that ass over, let him eat it for his dinner
Need a **** from the jungle on the dick, I go Gorilla
Fuck a 9 to 5, I need a real dope dealer
Let him hit in the kitchen, while he whipping all his shit up
Got a big old ghetto booty, yeah
He call that shit a wagon
I don't mean to brag
But my shit more fire than a dragon
We don’t fuck with broke boys
We like them **** that be packing
We go real boss ****
Not just scammers who be capping
I'ma make that booty bounce like a 808
Call it, call it earthquake Beisha, when I make it shake
Put a **** in his feelings, once I let him taste
Treat him like a seat and put that pussy 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
I’m looking for a boss man, I’m looking for a soldier
I'll break a ****, foreclosure
Make a **** lose his mind, baby keep your composure
On my mama, on my hood
I look fly, I look good
Play, play with me, hoe, I wish you would
Stand in the paint, bitch you wish you could
You a sideline hoe, play the role that you should, should
That **** can 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?
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
It must be that ass 'cause it ain't yo face
Snatch a ****'s soul but I ain't leavin' a trace
It must be that ass 'cause it ain't yo face
Snatch a ****'s soul but I ain't leavin' a trace
Written by: John Norris III, Rashad Spain, Taamiah LaGrone
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