Boss Gravy - Back Dat Thang Up Lyrics

Back Dat Thang Up
Back Dat Thang up
Come here baby girl
Lemme slap that thang up
Back that thang up
Back that thang up
Come here baby girl
Lemme slap that thang
I said Ladies
Show ya hands
Its the summer time
You just dumped ya mans
Take a pic post a flick
On the gram
Have his friends sliding in yo DMs

Nails done hair done
Everything did
She got her own crib
She ain't got no kids
Push a twenty six
Teen
Damn
Everything clean
And she about cream
Got picassos
In her house
Lets hit Roscoe's
What you bout
Put some waffles
In yo mouth
My shit colossal
Move ya blouse
Damn im flirting
Seen you on the gram
But you way better in person
Boss ladies only
Is what i been searching
She be in her bag
Everyday she got a birkin
All her ex njggas on page
They be lurkin'

Slid in yo dms
Again!
Hit the block button
Again!
Nigga stop frontin'
Again!
You ain't got no money
You aint neva pop no bands
Embarrassin all yo friends
Cause
You the ugly one
Always hungry
Always looking bummy one
She wont f*ck you
But she make the money cum
You dusty the one
Can you please hug me one
Get her out face!
Why you in her space
You not her taste
Boy you just a waste
You second place
And she only mess with first
All the competition
She done put em in a hearse

Back Dat Thang Up
Back Dat Thang up
Come here baby girl
Lemme slap that thang up
Back that thang up
Back that thang up
Come here baby girl
Lemme slap that thang
I said Ladies
Show ya hands
Its the summer time
You just dumped ya mans
Take a pic post a flick
On the gram
Have his friends sliding in yo DMs