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Throwback (feat. Chris Brown)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B.o.B
B.o.B
Lead Vocals
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Clarence Montgomery III
Clarence Montgomery III
Songwriter
B.o.B
B.o.B
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
B.o.B
B.o.B
Executive Producer
Zane Shoemake
Zane Shoemake
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Brian Richardson
Brian Richardson
Associate Producer
Doug Peterson
Doug Peterson
Associate Producer
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Joe Fitz
Joe Fitz
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Verne Emmanuel
Verne Emmanuel
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this All my bitches get together, go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this All my bitches get together, go crazy to this And throw that back (throw that back) Don't be scared, bitch throw back This dick right here is cleaner than a hypochondriac Po' that yack, po' that yack 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 wit' a new maneuver What she gon' do? Scream hallelujah! Her eyes rollin', she gone She gettin' in her zone And when she gimme dat look Then Im'a do whatever I want Go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this All my bitches get together, go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this All my bitches get together, go crazy to this And throw that back, throw that back Don't play bitch, throw that back And throw that back, throw that back Don't play bitch, throw that back Throw that back, throw that back Ba-ba-ba throw that back Throw that back, throw that back Don't play girl, throw that back Don't play wit' it I'ma lay in it I'ma paint yo walls, I'mma spray in it Never go licky licky wit' my face in it If it's country wood, then you takin' it I said my chain so bright I'mma vacation in it And you fake ass nigga 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 yo girl know me, a young nigga but I'm feelin' like a OG 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' like a rubber band I'm throwin' ten racks with my right She told me grab her ass wit' my other hand Go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this All my bitches get together, go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this All my bitches get together, go crazy to this I'ma 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 lo-jack 'Ca-Cause she wanna ride it like she stole it That camel toe, I'm finna poke it She got her best friend wit' her and we playin' hokey-pokey She jus' tryna focus on this wood in this pine Bow down to the wood like a shrine 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 wanna hit it from the back like "Aah-aah-aah!" 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! Go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this All my bitches get together, go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this Go crazy to this All my bitches get together, go crazy to this
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Bobby Ray Jr. Simmons, Clarence Iii Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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