Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jorge Ulloa
Songwriter
Eric Finch
Songwriter
Lyrics
She a bad one, that's the truth
She let me hit, I'm Babe Ruth
She talkin bad, I am too
She started moaning, let's dispute
Flip her over, the pillow used
To quiet down, put on mute
Pull her hair, she approve
Got her wet, like canoes
Hour glass body and she know what time it is
Gotta clock into work, she gon baby sit my kids
Not a father yet, but she love to call me daddy
If her man catch her cheatin, It wasn't me like I'm Shaggy
She know it's so wrong, but it feels so right
How can something like this be the highlight of her night
She want me all the time and I want her just as much
Got her cravin for my mind and my hypnotizin touch, come on
I see her eyes, she want it bad
I'm in her guts, I make her laugh
She about to cum, her perfect match
She wantin more, I'm liking that
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
She a fine dime, Selena in her prime
She flip her hair gave me a wink
She got my heart must be a sign (bidi bidi bom bom)Ain't no loose change baby you a dime
The stars aligned she back it up rewind
On all fours crying for more, she want it I got it
Hit it once broke her back, now she want me to run it back
She said get the camera only fans, secure the bag and run it back
If I go deep can you throw it back, baby arch that back
Round one round two round three
Knock that pussy out Mike Tyson
Bout to eat the cat like Jackie Chan
Spread them legs open chopsticks, know I'm going in
Girl you hotter then the climate
Love when you spit it like your rappin
Love when you ride it come climb it
got you climaxin, oooo
You so incredible the way your flexible got me craving more but you plentiful
I see her eyes, she want it bad
I'm in her guts, I make her laugh
She about to cum, her perfect match
She wantin more, I'm liking that
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back
Yeah, you know we had to run it back bitch
That's all you do, that's all you think about... Shit
Come get some more, come feel this
You feel me... Yee
Artists Outta Control
Aoc
Aoc we in this thang
You know we had to run it back
Ayryk and Masta Chuck
We the Dynamic Duo
Don't forget this A Welcome to Remember, bitch
Writer(s): Eric Finch
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