Throwback - B.o.B/Chris Brown (克里斯·布朗)

Go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

All my b**ches get together, go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

All my b**ches get together, go crazy to this

And throw that back (throw that back)

Don't be scared, b**ch throw back

This dick right here is cleaner than a hypochondriac

Po' that yack, po' that yack

This flow, you know that's crack

This beat, you know that track

I put my city on, you be on the map

Two hands when she on, like a scooter

She told me she wish she knew me sooner

If I hit her wit' a new maneuver

What she gon' do? Scream hallelujah!

Her eyes rollin', she gone

She gettin' in her zone

And when she gimme dat look

Then Im'a do whatever I want

Go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

All my b**ches get together, go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

Go crazy to this

All my b**ches get together, go crazy to this

And throw that back, throw that back

Don't play b**ch, throw that back

And throw that back, throw that back

Don't play b**ch, throw that back

Throw that back, throw that back

Ba-ba-ba throw that back

Throw that back, throw that back

Don't play girl, throw that back

Don't play wit' it

I'ma lay in it

I'ma paint yo walls, I'mma spray in it

Never go licky licky wit' my face in it

If it's country wood, then you takin' it

I said my chain so bright I'mma vacation in it

And you fake a** ni**a ain't made of sh*t

I got a hundred fifty racks just to show up

You had to pay? Ni**a I got paid to sit

I bet yo girl know me, a young ni**a but I'm feelin' like a OG

Add a 'r' and a 'y', that's a orgy

I got her legs in the sky she gon' walk a bunch of life with no feet

She said her booty from the motherland

She started wobblin' and poppin' like a rubber band