Ms. Sancha - Back That Thang Up lyrics

Sancha!

Lil' mama go and back that thang up
Later on let the homies beat that thang up
Lil' mama go and back that thang up
Later on let the homies beat that thang up

I wanna rock right now
My name's Sancha and I came to get down
I’m not universally known
But i’m known to rock the microphone
Bet you no trick puts it down like me
An insane chica throwing up SD lPG, 1, 2, 3
That’s how many jinas that I brought with me
Together we're four when we step out the door
Everybody lookin' with their mouths
To the floor
We hit the dance floor movin' so exotic
You gave me your number but
I think I forgot it
I’m so wild and I’m so crazy
A sexy ruca that can work it baby
We can do it nasty and gangsta
Put it on me loco 'cause I
Know you ain’t a wanksta
I usually get paid for my hit's
But get more cash takin' it from you tricks
I usually get paid for my hit's
But get more cash takin' it from you tricks
Lil' mama go and back that thang up
Later on let the homies beat that thang up
Lil' mama go and back that thang up
Later on let the homies beat that thang up

Baby, you won’t regret
Once you taste me get me wet
Beat it so I don’t forget
Or else I’ll be off to the next

Sancha don’t play i thought you knew
A bad little vato represent for my crew
Gangsta’s don’t dance gangsta’s boogie
I’m so damn sweet should’ve been Ms cookie
I like my toys i play with boys
I’m a freak behind doors make a lot of noise
Give it to me fast and give it to me slow
Picture this hump up and down your pole
Probably spot me cruising on the par
Five hot latinas don’t you wanna ride
I’m a thugged out mami in a sexy skirt
I love tequila and I like to flirt
Move your body to the beat
When you hear this in the
Club get out your seat
Nice tight body, call me Sancha
And I don’t give a damn
I can do what I want to

Lil' mama go and back that thang up
Later on let the homies beat that thang up
Lil' mama go and back that thang up
Later on let the homies beat that thang up

Baby, you won’t regret
Once you taste me get me wet
Beat it so I don’t forget
Or else I’ll be off to the next

13 spinning on a rag Impala
LPG making more than dollars
Can’t mess with me, I’m a gangsta chick
With a nine millimeter and an extra clip
Put your hands up to the sky
Especially if you're drunk or if you're high
I’ll only do ballers, don’t ask me why
For you broke little vatos, I ain’t got time

Lil' mama go and back that thang up
Later on let the homies beat that thang up
Lil' mama go and back that thang up
Later one let the homies beat that thang up

Baby, you won’t regret
Once you taste me get me wet
Beat it so I don’t forget
Or else I’ll be off to the next

(Work it, Work it, work it)
Back that thang up back that thang up
Back that thang up