[Intro]
What?
Push it (make it clap)
Push it (make it clap)
Push it (make it clap)
Push it (make it clap)
(make it clap)
Go
Go (throw it back)
Go
Throw it back
You little bitch
Bring it
[Verse 1: Langston]
Bring it back, throw it back
Back it up
It's all the same thing if you got a big butt
Skinny bad chicks, you don't gotta have ass
Push it, push it (push it back)
I'm a
Ass addict so I stay re-up
Them big booty bad bitches need a nigga love
Look back at it, I'mma throw a rack at it
(Bitch) I just wanna fuck, I don't need love
I'm already turnt
I don't need drugs
I was knee high (high) feeling big butts
Since I was knee high
I never gave a fuck
Fuck you wannabe bad bitches acting stuck up
Bet I can get her low (low)
I can get her low, lower than a limbo
Lower than a lambo
Lower than a nigga sniping in all camo
When I beat it up she turn into a Soprano
Yeah
[Hook]
Push it
(make it clap) Push it
(make it clap) Push it
Push it
(make it clap)
Go
Go
Go
Throw it back
You little bitch
[Verse 2: Julian]
I swear to God she packin'
Like she got the strap
Like a four five make it (clap)
She going hard for a young nigga, ain't cutting me no slack
They say bands'll make her dance, but I ain't even throwing no stacks
But I might pay her
If you got a body like Draya
You know these hoes getting passed around
In a room full of playas
Man, these niggas hate us
But damn these women love us
Half of 'em wanna cuff us, other half just wanna fuck us
Catching fades (yeah)
Damn, they fighting for me
It's like when the new J's come out
These women dying to get the D
I'm a young g
Came up, got off my fucking block
She like UPS to me, she gave up the fucking box (easy)
No Thanksgiving, but you know she got that stuffing
Bust it open
For a youngin'
I ain't bluffing
Beat it up, it's nothing
Can't stay the night, I got a flight headed out to London
I'm gone bitch
[Hook]
Push it
Push it
Push it
Push it
Go
Go
Go
Throw it back
You little bitch
[Verse 3: DayDay]
Two on me, one black one vanilla
I ain't Jay-Z but but they rock a fella/Roc-a-Fella
With them glass heels on, call her Cinderella
I bet she can hella (push it back)
Ella-ella-ay, you running with the young bulls
Olay
Never on that bullshit, okay
So either get with it, or get outta my way
Chin up chest out like a hero
Think she was a chef the way she feeding my ego
Nigga stop, back it up
TiVo
Walk her out then pass it like Tebow
Man that shit was easy like a free throw
But we don't give a fuck about these hoes
D-Lo
With a euro-chick, ass for the kilo
Say she wanna give me baritone, deep throat
[Hook]
Push it
Push it
Push it
(make it clap)
Push it
(make it clap)
Go
Go
(make it clap)
(throw it back)
Throw it back
You little bitch
Golden
It's the Rangers baby
LA native niggas