"Lick Back" lyrics

Bend it, back it up
And when you work it, back it up
Bend it, back it up
And when you work it, back it, back it, back it, back it, back it up (Nash B chillin', Hitmaka)
Bend it, back it up
Bend it, back it up
And when you work it, back it, back it, back it, back it, back it up

Yeah, she know I'm from the streets (D-Rok)
She want her lick back
In her feelings, I don't get that
You and me, it's a mismatch
I can never be your man, I can admit that
Know I'm from the streets
She want her lick back
In her feelings and I don't get that
You and me, it's a mismatch
I can never be your man, I can admit that

Now you don't wanna play
Got your feelings hurt, now you say you want space
Thought you was a player like me, not the case
Girl, you dealin' with a nigga with some money and a wave
See, my new bitch started actin' up
She expensive, on that "add it up"
You been tellin' all your girls that you had enough
But you right here, guess you ain't mad enough
I'm here for a real good time
If we grown, let me say what's on my mind
I meant everything I ever told you
You in my business, I never try to control you
You start trippin' when you can't have your way
But you knew what this was, I never wanted your love
And now you mad 'cause I'm movin' how I've always been movin'
Just know I'm not movin' for you

Yeah, she know I'm from the
Bend it, back it up
And when you work it, back it up
Bend it, back it up
And when you work it, back it, back it, back it
Yeah, she know I'm from the
Bend it, back it up
Bend it, back it up
Bend it, back it up
And when you work it, back it, back it, back it

Yeah, she know I'm from the streets
She want her lick back
In her feelings, I don't get that
You and me, it's a mismatch
I can never be your man, I can admit that
Know I'm from the streets
She want her lick back
In her feelings and I don't get that
You and me, it's a mismatch
I can never be your man, I can admit that

She don't like the fit home, she want that outside dick
She want a nigga to come pass over her house right quick
And I'm like, "Okay, okay, alright, alright now, bitch
Wait your turn, you ain't the only one that like my dick"
Girl, I'm a businessman, let's make a proposition
You gotta listen though and don't be with the opposition
If you was my freak, you know you could have whatever
'Cause I can't have my baby dressin' up in patent leather
You in the past tense, you my lil' used to be
You shakin' ass and lookin' good, that shit ain't new to me
And these the rules, baby, write it down on loose leaf
I make you wanna hit a nigga with a two piece

Yeah, she know I'm from the streets
She want her lick back
In her feelings, I don't get that
You and me, it's a mismatch
I can never be your man, I can admit that
Know I'm from the streets
She want her lick back
In her feelings and I don't get that
You and me, it's a mismatch
I can never be your man, I can admit that (Admit that)

Not me, not me, not me, not me
No, not me, not me, no, not me, girl
I ain't with it
Why I hit it then I quit it
Business is business
God be my witness
Baby, all you had to do is (Oh, oh, oh)
Keep holdin' me down
I was lost but now I'm found
No more tryin' to knock my crown
You done lost all respect
You tryna get your lick back, babe (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
But I ain't the type that sweet that, babe (Oh, oh, oh, oh)