Hit U From the Back

[Intro: Rodney]

Ya see sugar, I been yearnin' to hold you

Now I'mma be straight up and down witcha

Cause that's the only way I know how to be

Now baby I'mma ask you one thing, can I hold ya?

[Chorus: Rodney]

Cock cock ya legs

Let me hit you from the back

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Let me hit you from the back

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Let me hit you from the back

Hit you from the back, hit you from the back, hit you from the back

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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’ve been the Creed Cologne

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 bitches

There they go, there they go

We them niggas 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 class

Don P every glass

Next year we private jets

In the clouds havin' sex

Cum once, cum twice

Rick Ross dumb nice

Baby girl take sum advice

And cum and fuck ya boy tonight

Come fuck with a fat nigga baby

Fuck with a rap nigga baby

I'm on my way

It's time to hit you from the back baby

[Chorus: Rodney]

Cock cock ya legs

Let me hit you from the back

Cock cock cock ya legs

Let me hit you from the back

Cock cock cock 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, fuck her in the wife manner

[Chorus: Rodney]

Cock cock ya legs

Let me hit you from the back

Cock cock cock ya legs

Let me hit you from the back

Cock cock cock 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]

Fuck 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

Fuck that movie shit, I'm on that puchy shit

Downtown shoppin', hot shit I'm coppin'

F crown hold up fresh brown Rover

Hit ya from the back, fuck and flip ya like ya crack

[Chorus: Rodney]

Let me hit you from the back

Cock cock cock ya legs

Let me hit you from the back

Cock cock cock 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