PRL Anee - Bring It Back

RIP Bernie Mac
You already know
If we talking cake
I souffle
My shit rising up
Call my plug he said he got a play
Told him line me up (Let's go)
Bad lil bitch I met back in the bay
Her name Buttercup
First I thought she lost a little weight
It's a tummy tuck (Ooh)
In a jag do the dash, I just flipped a sack (A sack)
I go deep she gone run, make her bring it back (Bring it back)
Said her ex was a lame, he not really with it (Mhm)
Think I'm looking for the loot
Way I'm digging in it (Aye)
She call me for dick but bet she make you pay a fee (Yeah)
Work at magic city but we met at AOD (Okay)
Pop it then she bring that shit to A N double E (Pop it)
And she got the hook up so I'm in this bitch for free (I feel like Master P)
She got ass I got cash, that's a perfect match (Yeah)
I go deep she gone run, make her bring it back (Mhm)
He got bands not for long, run off with his sack (Bitch)
She know if she hit me after 2 it cost a rack (Bands)
She got money she got ass, make her bring it back
Keep a thirty in the Gucci bag, make her bring it back (Uh bring it back)
Damn shawty thick, she gone throw it bring it back (Yeah)
Damn it I might spend, if I throw it, it's a rack (Aye)
Hit it from the side then I tell her bring back (Uh bring it back)
Hit it from behind then I let her bring it back (Bring it back)
Bring it back
Bring it back
Throw it bring it back (Yeah)
Run it back
Get a sack
Throw it bring it back (Yeah)
Yeah niggas wack, quit fucking with lames that's gone hurt you (Yeah)
Tell my PO I'm not going home, fuck a curfew (Bitch)
Lil bitch keep on tripping so I left for my next hoe (For my next hoe)
Damn I know this life I live ain't right, but I'm blessed though (I'm blessed)
Hit me up
I don't bluff I move weight (I move weight)
Bend it over
Lick it up I eat cake yeah (Bitch I eat cake)
Balling baby so it's steak and shrimp all on my plate (All on my plate)
Pockets getting fatter they ain't ever been in shape (Hoe)
She said she in love why you lying damn I hate that (Why you lying)
Met her in the club like I'm Usher we go way back (Fell in love)
Once a week I come pick up the bag like a trash man (Like a trash man)
I spent half a rack on a safe to put my cash in (Yeah)
Booty me down
Grip it off the rebound (The rebound)
I just got my funds up
These hoes want to meet now (They meet now)
Lil hoe think she run shit
Had to put my feet down (My feet down)
Told her make it clap for me love the way her cheeks sound (Cap clap clap)
She got money she got ass, make her bring it back
Keep a thirty in the Gucci bag, make her bring it back (Uh bring it back)
Damn shawty thick, she gone throw it bring it back (Yeah)
Damn it I might spend, if I throw it, it's a rack (Aye)
Hit it from the side then I tell her bring back (Uh bring it back)
Hit it from behind then I let her bring it back (Bring it back)
Bring it back
Bring it back
Throw it bring it back (Yeah)
Run it back
Get a sack
Throw it bring it back (Aye)

Written by:
Anfernee Thomas

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