Versuri Bring It Back [Les Biches Remix]

Ladies and gentlemen 
People with jobs, people without jobs 
Middle class, upper class, high class, all that 
Cats, snakes, chickens, ducks, elderly people and twerkers 
I present this to you 
 
DJ [Incomprehensible] 
DJ [Incomprehensible] 
 
Young ladies 
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump 
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump 
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump 
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump 
 
Well, I'm fly as son of a gun, son of a Stunner 
Get high as a 757 goin' to heaven, no 
Whizzy F, yo reverend, preach about me 
I'm the God 1-7 Apple and E 
 
I'm the cash, money, Makaveli y'all ain't ready 
Break fast like Tom Petty, y'all just petty 
82' I was born ready, I'm too ready 
Y'all Betty Crocker balla blockas, I'm too heavy 
 
Meatball, Lamborghini, top spaghetti 
Seats, Ragu, up 20 inch shoes 
Oh, me and you got plenty to do 
I don't need no pool, I'm swimmin' in you 
 
And I sleep with the sharks, shorty on the water, water 
And I be ma 8 20- 40 mama, shake sumthin' for me 
And it don't make sense if it don't make that money 
I'ma take that money, I'm strung for cash 
 
Young ladies 
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump 
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump 
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump 
Put ya back in, back out, 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 my brim 
Moment of silence for the homeboy so slim, yeah 
Frontin' 'round here will get ya back chopped off 
We do our own thing, we don't act like y'all 
 
I say black white walls with the back swiped off 
Ah, y'all little bustas 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, Whizzy the down, only read between the line 
If you can't boy, read ma nine 
I'm goin' hard in the paint like diesel time 
Either I'm the illest cat doin' it or these cats is losin' it 
 
I'll be easy, fall back and be cool with it 
If Paul Barrer is movin' it, dead float, I'm through with it 
I'm the shh, na, na, I'm sewerage 
Whizzy F, baby, I do this here 
 
Young ladies 
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump 
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump 
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump 
Put ya back in, back out, 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 get my old school gangsta' map like the 80's 
I look like Cita and act like Baby Gal 
You play with me, I'll react like the navy 
Ya betta get the army, y'all gone need them for me 
 
And ya head is a bleepin' target 
Y'all want me to see you with my peekin' tourmis 
Wizzle fizzle, I keep in New Orleans 
Sleepin' with women that sleep with the Hornets 
 
A country boy is sumthin' foreign 
'Bout a hundred thousand more than what you're in 
You're not 'bout it, you freeze up like popsicles 
Pop up on bicycles, pop y'all like spot pimples 
 
Yup, wizzle fizzle, original hot bizzle 
Still Lil' Wayne but da dividend's not little 
Yeah, don't be suprised how the chrome feel 
Get down, get down, man, I'm [Incomprehensible] 
 
Young ladies 
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump 
Put ya back in, back out, do the hump 
Put ya hands on ya knees and bend ya rump 
Put ya back in, back out, 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 
 
[Incomprehensible] the best rapper alive 
Since the best rapper retired 
The best rapper alive 
Since the best rapper retired