Andrew Harr - Hit U From the Back lyrics

[Intro] Ya see sugar, I been yearnin' to hold you Now I'mma be straight up and down witcha Causethat's the only way I know how to be Now baby I'mma ask you one thing, can I hold ya? [Hook: Rodney] co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back co*k co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back co*k co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back Let me hit you from the back Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Met her down at the mall Me and Gucci coppin' Gucci Gucci that's my road dawg Flippin' chickens for the sushi Must have been a freak alone For baby girl to read my zone Or them red monkey jeans They made her wanna ring my phone There they go, there they go A big ol' pack of pretty b**hes There they go, there they go We them n***as with them 6's There they go, there they go Countin' all that freaky money See this freaky money, see this weekend money Look at me, I cook for her Then I make her cook for me She make me cook her lobster tails I make her go and cook a ki' Catch a flight, first cla** Don P every gla** Next year we private jets In the clouds havin' s** Cum once, cum twice Rick Ross dumb nice Baby girl take sum advice And cum and f** ya boy tonight Come f** with a fat n***a baby f** with a rap n***a baby I'm on my way It's time to hit you from the back baby [Hook: Rodney] co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back co*k co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back co*k co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back Let me hit you from the back Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Bundles a bags so my woman can brag Belle harbour bell boys say I'mma wonderful dad Excellent pimp saute the shrimp I went and bought the Benz Same kind that ya rent No minute man, this dick long term I love to get brain, girl I wanna learn You could show me that, you could teach me things Welcome to the mall, here's ya first pinky ring 20 karats, 20 grand, Paris Hilton linen bed Cocaine drug lord, live at the vibe awards Sittin' on the third row, call it the bird row I'm next to Birdman Young Jeezy Kurt Blow We all legends Legends in the game we was at legends back in the 90's Maine Now I'm like a ghost, in the white Phantom Take her home, f** her in the wife manner [Hook: Rodney] co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back co*k co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back co*k co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back Let me hit you from the back Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back [Verse 3: Rick Ross] f** the games, girl I need a super freak She soakin' in the sauna, I smokin' on a leaf When we come together, I always do my job She let me hit it hard, hit it, hit it, hit it hard I stroke and stroke I poke and poke we rope a dope she won't Let Go I give her a stack, she gives me pleasure When baby girl down with me, it's whatever f** that movie sh**, I'm on that puchy sh** Downtown shoppin', hot sh** I'm coppin' F crown hold up fresh brown Rover Hit ya from the back, f** and flip ya like ya crack [Hook: Rodney] Let me hit you from the back co*k co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back co*k co*k co*k ya legs Let me hit you from the back Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back Let me hit you from the back Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back