(Baby)
I gotta get my lick back (I got to)
And I hope you know it ain't no inspiration
they don't get back (I got you)
Matter fact, bring all my shit back (Come on)
Then again you can go in
it ain't nothin' else to be feared (Hitmaka)
Multi-million dollar nigga, still duckin' the feds
Showed that bitch that she wasn't nothin' to me
gave her to Lil Ced (Uh)
I got hoes in my talkin' to theyself, they dead (They dead)
That's lil' boy shit, so I can't
but if I want, I can fuck your friend (Yeah)
I cut her off like two, three years ago
she still lookin' (She lookin')
Her nigga played, now she want me
that's that revenge pussy (Revеnge)
Can't spare a bitch, they ain't gon' sparе mine (Spare mine)
I'm on the way, I told her get fine (Get fine)

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
(Nash B chillin', yeah, she know I'm from the stree—)
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 (D-Rok)
She want her lick back
In her feelings, I don't get that
You and me, it's a mismatch (It's a mismatch)
I can never be your man, I can admit that (Oh)
Know I'm from the streets
She want her lick back (Oh)
In her feelings and I don't get that (And I don't get that)
You and me, it's a mismatch (Oh)
I can never be your man, I can admit that

It's no pussy like new pussy
Never thought that you would do it to me
Why not now?
It's no pussy like new pussy
Gettin' money ain't new to me, nah
Seen my new bitch, started actin' up
She expensive
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 in my mind
I mean everything I ever told you
You ain't my business, I never tried to control you
You start trippin' when you can't have your way
But you knew what this was
I never wanted your love (Oh)
And now you mad 'cause I'm movin' out
I've always been movin' (Oh)
Just know I'm not movin' for you

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

(Baby)
I gotta get my lick back
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
'Cause I'm the bitchy, the bitchy, bitchy
The bitchy, bitchy, the bitchy
The bitchy, bitchy, the bitchy, bitchy
The bitchy, the bitchy, bitchy