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young buck & d-tay - back on up lyrics

[intro: young buck]
warning, remove all haters from the floor
bounce, bounce, bounce
back on up and give me room
back on up and give me room
move, move, move, move

[bridge: young buck] (x3)
back on up and give me room
back on up and give me room
back on up and give me room
move, move, move, move

[verse 1: young buck]
gold t–th and swisher sweets, i’m c-ck deep in the seats
d-mn near sleep, tearin’ up the streets, hand on my heat
swirving while i’m workin’ the wood wheel
whatever city i’m in, i found out where the hood is
now i wanna see you just march (march)
step now bounce
it don’t matter where you from, just show ’em what you ’bout
’bout the cris pour it out
they gon’ think we showing out and try to throw us out
but we ain’t goin’ out without a rumble
you know how them thugs be, drunk off the bubbly
trust me, the ice will make your wife come hug me
let’s take it to the floor, let ’em know, now throw them bows (whoa)
back on up and give me room, that mean don’t get too close
throw your neighborhood up and push the haters out the door
shake your booty in that gucci girl
bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
drop it to the ground, pick it up, now make it twirk
lift your skirt, put in work
girl twirk, twirk, twirk, twirk

[chorus: young buck] (x2)
back on up and give me room
move cause we here now
the world about to feel a boom
comin’ this year now

[hook: young buck] (x2)
back on up and give me room
back on up and give me room
back on up and give me room
move cause we here now

[verse 2: d-tay]
back on up and give us our sp-ce
we keepin’ these haters up out of face
you could have homegirl, she ain’t even our taste
d-tay and young buck, we run this place
nashville, cashville, these boys here, they supercold
them same boys that last year took y’all to the superbowl
we grilled out and thuggin’ with it, dirty south and rugged with it
in the club we bubblin’ with it, them same boys gettin’ strucken with it
hustlin’ with it, let ’em know we southern, but we still can flow
just because we sound country ain’t gon’ stop that money flow
money go, money come, it’s over when that money done
so back on up and give us room and move when these boys come
these boys done, hit it now
haters ’bout to get it now
ain’t no stoppin’ what we droppin’
’bout to get it hoppin’ now
poppin’ now, how you love that? what? love this
do somethin’ contradictin’
bumpin’ thugs throwing fits
gettin’ fixed keep the crowd movin’
while we gettin’ lit
back on up and give us room before you get these boys p-ssed

[chorus] (x2)

[hook] (x2)

[verse 3: young buck]
i gotta go
oh, it’s on now, take me to the bar
before we leave y’all gonna have to take a playa to his car
bring the trees and get security partner, tuck it in your sock
or it’s already bad enough that you can bring your glock
gangstas throwing up they block, freaks showin’ us that… what?
while i’m crossin’ off my rocks, let that champagne just pop
don’t stop, keep it coming, have the bartender just runnin’
back in forth ’til he say: “young buck, it’s no more”
we don’t hit the dance floor, we be ducked off in the back
if these haters want war, we done snucked in the straps
tryin’ to get this here cloudy playa roll up at saks
since these boys gettin’ rowdy, we gon’ place them back to back
watch ’em start chasing that and them stickies that we got is
southside in this thang here
what? what? what? what?
we gonna keep it crunk up into the break of dawn
ain’t n0body got no jobs, prolly ’til you see the sun
i’m gon’ finish blowin’ one boy before we hit the exit
like whenever i’m with bun, puttin’ it down in texas
with these thugs in the club ain’t n0body restless
playas flashin’ their dubz showin’ off their necklace, you better

[bridge] (x4)

[chorus] (x2)

[hook] (x2)

- young buck d tay lyrics

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