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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lola Brooke
Lola Brooke
Vocals
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Vocals
Big Freedia
Big Freedia
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shyniece Thomas
Shyniece Thomas
Songwriter
Freddie Ross, Jr
Freddie Ross, Jr
Songwriter
Artist Julius Dubose
Artist Julius Dubose
Songwriter
Joshua Parker
Joshua Parker
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Byron O Thomas
Byron O Thomas
Songwriter
Craig D Love
Craig D Love
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
Kameron Glasper
Kameron Glasper
Songwriter
Eric Von Jackson Jr
Eric Von Jackson Jr
Songwriter
Deongelo Holmes
Deongelo Holmes
Songwriter
Terius Gray
Terius Gray
Songwriter
S.Dot
S.Dot
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
OG Parker
OG Parker
Producer
Joshua “Za” Zayas
Recording Engineer
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Anthony "AntMixedIt" Daniel
Mixing Engineer
Dan Millice
Dan Millice
Mastering Engineer
S.Dot
S.Dot
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
When I back that ass up
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
[Chorus]
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 ****, 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' wit' me
Back that ass up, you're fine, I wanna touch it, can you back that ass up?
Make it litty, yeah
Half a ticket on the Richard, yeah, that's half a millie, yeah
[Verse 1]
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 mothafucka, ****, get it back up
I am she that you want for your wifey
She ain't she, that's the reason that you like me
Is it me on that dick? Bitch, it might be
Ussy leave him dead, put a **** on a white tee
C-c-come here, baby, don't be shy to get attached
Come and smoke this ussy, baby, put it in a pack
Da-da-dump it in me like you lettin' off a MAC
When a **** hit it right, I don't know how to act
I am she, please do not take that lightly
I'm the baddest, a bitch can't get like me
Throw a bag, all my besties gon' hype me
Go bitch!
Now his bitch want to fight me
[Chorus]
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 ****, 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' wit' me
Back that ass up, you're fine, I wanna touch it, can you back that ass up?
Make it litty, yeah
Half a ticket on the Richard, yeah, that's half a millie, yeah
[Verse 2]
Sex in the Lamb' truck
You know what you doin', girl, arch that ass up
I fuck you sittin' down, 'cause I don't understand ya
And I ain't gon' lie, girl, you fuck how you dancin'
And everywhere I go, gotta keep my ratchet
Why'd you turn your back? Girl, I showed you mad love
I'm the reason why you fuck like that, I showed you mad stuff
I'm the reason why you drinkin' and we both do mad drugs, yeah
[Chorus]
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 ****, 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' wit' me
Back that ass up, you're fine, I wanna touch it, can you back that ass up?
Make it litty, yeah
Half a ticket on the Richard, yeah, that's half a millie, yeah
[Verse 3]
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like you ratchet
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?
My mama
Back that ass up, b-b-back that ass up
All that booty, booty, booty, keep 'em throwin' that cash up
[Chorus]
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 ****, 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' wit' me
Back that ass up, you're fine, I wanna touch it, can you back that ass up?
Make it litty, yeah
Half a ticket on the Richard, yeah, that's half a millie, yeah
[Outro]
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?
My mama
Back that ass up, b-b-back that ass up
All that booty, booty, booty, keep 'em throwin' that cash up
Written by: Artist Julius Dubose, Byron O Thomas, Craig D Love, Deongelo M. Holmes, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Eric Von Jackson, Freddie Ross, Jr, Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith, Kameron Glasper, OG Parker, S DOT, Shaun Thomas, Shyniece Thomas, Terrius Gray
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