Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne - Bring It Back - Chopped & Screwed lyrics
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Mannie Fresh, Lil Wayne - Bring It Back - Chopped & Screwed lyrics]
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 presents to you:
Fre Fre Fre Fre Fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre Fre Fresh (Mannie)
Fre Fre Fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre Fre errr (Young ladies)
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
Wеll, I'm fly as a son of
Gun, son of a Stunna, yep
High as a 757 going to Heaven who?
Weezy F, your rеverend, preach about me
I'm the god, one-seven, Apple and E
I'm the Cash Money Mak'veli
Y'all ain't ready
Quick, fast, like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
Eighty-two, I was born ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers
I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini, top spaghetti (Ugh)
Seats Ragu, ah, twenty the shoe
Boo, me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you
And I sleep with the sharks, shawty
On that water-water in the Bimmer 840, mama
Shake something for me (yeah)
And it don't make sense if
It don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm
Straight Cash Money, yeah
(Young ladies)
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right) put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
Geah, I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the
Homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah
Fronting 'round here'll get your
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, ayy
Y'all lil' busters 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, yeah
Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines
If you can't, boy, read my nine
I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doing it
Or these cats is losing it
I be easy, fall back and be cool with it
Pallbearer is moving his dead flow
I'm through with it
I'm the sh nah, nah, I'm sewer-rich
Weezy F baby, I do's this, yeah!
(Young ladies)
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right) put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A old-school gangsta mack like the eighties
I look like Cita and act like Baby, yep
You play with me, I react like the Navy
Or better yet the army you
Gon' need them for me, yep
And your head is a bleeping target
You don't want me to see
You with my peeking Tommys
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep it New Orleans
Sleeping with women that sleep
With the Hornets, yup
A country boy in something 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
Yeah, Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle
Still Lil Wayne, but the dividends not little
Yeah, don't be surprised how
The crown fit him
Uh, get down, uh, get down for the young'un'
The Prince (Young ladies)
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right) put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
Ayy, ayy the best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired
Yeah, y yeah, best rapper alive
Yeah, since the best rapper retired
People with jobs, people without jobs
Middle class, upper class, high class
All that cats, snakes, chickens, ducks
Elderly people, and twerkers
I presents to you:
Fre Fre Fre Fre Fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre Fre Fresh (Mannie)
Fre Fre Fresh (DJ Mannie)
Fre Fre errr (Young ladies)
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
Wеll, I'm fly as a son of
Gun, son of a Stunna, yep
High as a 757 going to Heaven who?
Weezy F, your rеverend, preach about me
I'm the god, one-seven, Apple and E
I'm the Cash Money Mak'veli
Y'all ain't ready
Quick, fast, like Tom Petty, y'all just petty
Eighty-two, I was born ready, I'm too ready
Y'all Betty Crocker baller blockers
I'm too heavy
Meatball Lamborghini, top spaghetti (Ugh)
Seats Ragu, ah, twenty the shoe
Boo, me and you got plenty to do
I don't need no pool, I'm swimming in you
And I sleep with the sharks, shawty
On that water-water in the Bimmer 840, mama
Shake something for me (yeah)
And it don't make sense if
It don't make that money
I'ma take that money, I'm
Straight Cash Money, yeah
(Young ladies)
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right) put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
Geah, I take off my brim
Moment of silence for the
Homeboy Soulja Slim, yeah
Fronting 'round here'll get your
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, ayy
Y'all lil' busters 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, yeah
Weezy the Don, homie, read between the lines
If you can't, boy, read my nine
I'm going hard in the paint like Diesel time
Either I'm the illest cat doing it
Or these cats is losing it
I be easy, fall back and be cool with it
Pallbearer is moving his dead flow
I'm through with it
I'm the sh nah, nah, I'm sewer-rich
Weezy F baby, I do's this, yeah!
(Young ladies)
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right) put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A old-school gangsta mack like the eighties
I look like Cita and act like Baby, yep
You play with me, I react like the Navy
Or better yet the army you
Gon' need them for me, yep
And your head is a bleeping target
You don't want me to see
You with my peeking Tommys
Wizzle Fizzle, I keep it New Orleans
Sleeping with women that sleep
With the Hornets, yup
A country boy in something 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
Yeah, Wizzle Fizzle, original Hot Bizzle
Still Lil Wayne, but the dividends not little
Yeah, don't be surprised how
The crown fit him
Uh, get down, uh, get down for the young'un'
The Prince (Young ladies)
Put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right) put your hands on your knees
And bend your rump (yeah)
Put your back in, back out, and do the hump
(That's right)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
A-wodie, a-wodettes
(I bring it back to the bottom of the map)
Ayy, ayy the best rapper alive
Since the best rapper retired
Yeah, y yeah, best rapper alive
Yeah, since the best rapper retired