Both Hands On The Back When I Tap It Lyrics


Both Hands On The Back When I Tap It Lyrics By Tion Wayne. Yo Both hands on the back when I tap it Grab it and slap it, Becky a savage Let me show you a magic trick You can have this d–k after that man vanish (Two M^^Fs) Two M^^Fs in a whip.

Both Hands On The Back When I Tap It Lyrics

Very s–y, Keisha, BeckyMm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump offTwist up your waist and jump off, jump offFree up, free up that numberOh my God, look at that bumperWha’ de bomba?Drip like my chain, shake that a–, it’s insaneVery s–y, Keisha, Becky

Like baby, stop itEverything’s mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet)Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks)I love this s^^t, I can’t stop itBaby arch your back and slide on itTry hit chest, necks, belly or backManna big man, twenty racks on taxVery s–y yelly Steffy (Bullet)Baby, shake up your b^m-b^m (Shake it)Don’t have s^x without c^^doms (Nah)Cali spliff lookin’ Hong Kong (Loud)I don’t p^^e your girl, that’s my don-donVery selective, select it corn, eject itThe way he ran off, he meant it (gone)

YoBoth hands on the back when I tap itGrab it and slap it, Becky a savageLet me show you a magic trickYou can have this d–k after that man vanish(Two M^^Fs) Two M^^Fs in a whipBro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manageThis baby face an advantageMan still show a big girl what a man isGivin’ my screw face, she caught me staringWhat you expect when your skirts so short?Out here t^^rkin’, gone past caringShe went out cheating, the girl got caughtStepped in the place all shinyI don’t have a chain man, glow when I walkDon’t phone if you’re wastin’ my timeGot me changing my line ’cause I don’t wanna talk

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump offTwist up your waist and jump off, jump offFree up, free up that numberOh my God, look at that bumperWha’ de bomba?Drip like my chain, shake that a–, it’s insaneVery s–y, Keisha, Becky

How many Ls did I take this yearAnd how many times did I buck your c^^cky?Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that’s d–kyAnd I didn’t wanna holler at Becky so I went Brighton and hollered at BritneyAnd how many c^^cks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fiftyAnd I don’t really wanna hear nonsenseMan sent one text to your female, now the bad B come lookin’ like custardSlim ting with the back come DLGive her back shot 2-2, now she loved itAnd the ting come quick like an e-mailmake bell don, got brain and he cuffed itJAY bun up the place like a mosh pitViral, now I got fans in Boston2-step to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ didAnd everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up likkle man, stop itBad B from kway called Lisa, ship them wanna take wood cah I’m poppin’

Every day I give thanks for the blessingsBut I repent for numerous cheffingsIf you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren’t shocked that his brethren left himBet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting for my broski inside for some b^^tinsMan I’m b^^sy, spent r^^ks on a CubanAll my light skins, brown skins, they all cute tingsMan, I love to go west, spend figuresThen I go home, eat bariis and hilibAfrican girl arch back, I wan’ hit itPounded yam with o^^a or spinachSnapchat Camden boy, your whole imageWhite girl, soul foodGaucho, NobuMm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump offTwist up your waist and jump off, jump offFree up, free up that numberOh my God, look at that bumperWha’ de bomba?Drip like my chain, shake that a–, it’s insaneVery s–y, Keisha, BeckyJS, JSThey ain’t made for this s^^t, they’re softI don’t feel your verse, put it lastAll these man wanna talk about drill, they do drill rap, I ain’t got no heartAll the things man’s seen and done in the fieldN—-a, you won’t know the halfAnd bro told me he just done that bate so now he’s in a petrol bathBro backed it, I told him dump off, dump offBefore I back it, they run offHit that once, she can’t be my loverHMP so free up my brotherAmbush, I got my block jumpy, jumpyGyal on me, man they love meTwo gyal, who’s holdin’ this b^^cky?Oh my God, look at that b^^sy

(Nine nine nine)See my guy got bagged for the chingin’The grind don’t stop so we see this doughI told bro just slap it in reverse with a petrol can and burn them clothes(get back)A9 got caught with a grub, oh my, so it’s lookin’ like 2, do 1And I pray on my life that I ride in front of the jakes or the whole tings doneB-b-big up my chocolate darlingTrue say that she lost the plotDoin’ up, doin’ up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek, yeah she whips that potMy bro just rid in a ‘am, take that to the OT spotAnd I was 15When we had the whole 9 block lookin’ like Wizard of OzSee, back the beef, you get gotG9 side, we’re on top, BBecky come and then slopMe and Keisha mad ’cause she’s on meBack the beef, you get gotG9 side, we’re on topB-Becky come and then slopMe and Keisha madPull up, pull up and dump off, dump offTwist up your waist and jump off, jump offFree up, free up that numberOh my God, look at that bumperWha’ de bomba?Drip like my chain, shake that a–, it’s insaneVery s–y, Keisha, Becky

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