Bad ass bitch sprawled out, doing double time She's a machine yeah, she's turbo fine She's a contender I didn't come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee So get mad at it
You got to back it up, shake it in her face You got to let her know to get mad at it You got to back it up, slap it on the ass You got to let her know to get mad at it Get mad at it
Badass sugar, gonna shake it, then she's going south She's my honey hush, now just you hush your mouth Not a pretender A hot Atlanta preach at the plaza on Peachtree's Mad at it
You got to back it up, shake it in her face You got to let her know to get mad at it You got to back it up, slap it on the ass You got to let her know to get mad at it Get mad at it
Badass mama looking back, mama wants some more Let her roll, she'll rock you to the core She's an all night bender I'm getting madder by the minute, I'm screaming like a banshee Get mad at it
You got to back it up, shake it in her face You got to let her know to get mad at it You got to back it up, slap it on the ass You got to let her know to get mad at it You got to back it up, shake it in her face You got to let her know to get mad at it You got to back it up, slap it on the ass You got to let her know to get mad at itTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
