Lil Wayne - Bring It Back lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, people with jobs People without jobs, middle Cla**, upper cla**, high cla** all that, cats Snakes chickens ducks Elderly people and twerkerz I present to you Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh Fre-fre-f-Fresh Fre-fre-f-fre-fresh. Young Ladies, Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump Well I'm fly as son of a gun a son Of a stunna yep, high as a 7-5-7 goin' To heaven no Weezy F the reverend Preach about me I'm the god 1-7 Apple and E I'm the cash money Machiavelli Y'all ain't ready, quick fast Like Tom Petty, y'all just petty Eighty two I was born ready I'm to ready y'all Betty crocker baller blockers I'm 2 heavy Meatball Lamborghini, top Spaghetti, seats Ragu, uh twenty to shoot, Oh me and you got plenty to do, I don't need no pool I'm swimming gin you, And I sleep with the sharks shorty On the water water, and I be ma eight hundred forty mama Shake something for me, and it Don't make sense if it don't make that money, I'm a take that money I'm straight Cash Money Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump Put ya hands on ya Knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I take off ma brim moment of silence For the homeboy Souljah Slim, Yea, Frontin' round here will get ya back chopped off, We do our on thing We don't act like y'all I say black White walls with the backs wiped off Y'all lil' busters just a tax write off I'm a stand up guy, not the type that Fall, we don't breed them kind but they bleed just fine Yup Weezy the Don only read between the line, if you can't boi read ma 9, I'm going hard in The black white diesel time, either I'm the illest Cat doing it or these cats is Losing it, I be Eazy, Fall back and be coo wit it, Ball barrer is moving it, Dead float I'm through it wit', I'm the shh, No no I'm sewer rich, Weezy F Baby I do dis here! Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map A old school gangsta, mack like the eighties, I look like Cita and act like Baby, yup You play wit' me I react like the navy, No better yet the army y'all goin' Need them for me, And ya head is a bleeping target, You don't want me to See you wit' ma peeking Tommys, Wizzle fizzle I keep in New Orleans, Sleeping with women that sleep wit' the Hornets A country boy in something foreign, bout a hundred thousand More than what your in, Your not bout it, you freeze up like popsicles, Pop up on bicycles, Pop y'all like spy pimples, yup Wizzle fizzle Original hot bizzle, still Lil' Wayne But the dividends not little Yea don't be surprised how da ground feel, Get down get down, make them footprints Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump, Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump Put ya hands on ya knees And bend ya rump, Put ya back in back out 'n' do the hump I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map I bring it back to the bottom of the map A the best rapper alive, Since the best rapper retired, yea yea Yea, the best rapper alive, Since the best rapper retired