Artist: B.o.B f/ Chris Brown
Album:  Underground Luxury
Song:   Throwback
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Chorus: B.o.B]
Ay, go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this
Uhh, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy

[B.o.B]
And throw that back, throw that back
Don't be scared bitch, throw that back
This dick right here is cleaner
than a, hypo-chondri-ac
Pour that 'gnac, pour that 'gnac
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 with a new maneuver
What she gon' do? Scream hallelujah, huh
Her eyes rollin, she gone
She gettin in her zone
And when she give me that look
then I'ma do whatever I want

[Chorus]

[Interlude: B.o.B]
And throw that back, throw that back
Don't play bitch, throw that back
Throw that back, throw that back
Don't play bitch, throw that back
Th-throw that back, throw that back
Ba-ba-ba, throw that back
Throw that back, throw that back
D-don't play girl, throw that back

[Chris Brown]
Don't play with it, I'ma lay in it
I'ma paint your walls, I'ma spray in it
And if I go licky-licky with my face in it
If it's country wood then you takin it
I said my chain so bright I'm vacationin
And you fake ass niggaz ain't made of shit
I got a hundred-fifty racks just to show up
You had to pay? Nigga I got paid to sit!
I bet your girl know me
A young nigga but I'm feelin like a O.G.
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 it like a rubberband
I'm throwin ten racks with my right
She told me grab her ass with my other hand

[Chorus]

[Interlude]

[B.o.B]
I'm a pimp, did ya know that?
Bobby Ray finna throw that
And when I throw that, D I never hold back
Hoes lookin for me like a LoJack
Ca-cause she wanna ride it like she stole it
That camel toe I'm finna poke it
She got her best friend with her
And we playin hokey-pokey
She tryin to focus on this wood in this pine
Bow down to the wood like a shrine
Uh, I be the 6, you be the 9
That's the only time you'll be less than a dime
Girl it's showin time, time to stretch, time to whine
I wanna see you wind, I wanna put it on your mind when I see you grind
Give life to the death, give sight to the blind
I'ma hit it from the back like "Ahh-ahh-ahh!"

[Chris Brown]
Look, go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Now I'm in the pipe cause you ain't fuckin her right
A nigga lazy as shit!
They go crazy to this
I could go crazy to this
Soon as that song drop, that thong drop
Just shake that!

[Interlude]

[Outro: B.o.B]
Ba-ba-ba, throw that (back, back)
D-don't play girl, throw that (back, back)
Ba-ba-ba, throw that (back, back)
D-don't play girl, throw that (back, back)