POOTIE TANG Lyrics – DaBaby

Read the full POOTIE TANG lyrics by DaBaby from the album BE MORE GRATEFUL along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Dababy’s music, you can also explore MARINATING and MAKE YOU MINE, two other songs by Dababy.

[Intro]
KiD
Uh, uh
Yeah, n!gga
Uh, uh
(??)
BE MORE GRATEFUL, the motherfu*king album
N!gga, I’m back on these n!gga asses
N!gga, let’s do it
It’s Baby, n!gga
Let me show you, n!gga

[Verse 1]
Swing on me and die, they shoulda told you I was strapped (Stupid-ass killer n!gga)
Before I ever wrote a rhyme, I had that motion in the trap, yeah
It took me a lil’ time, but b!tch, I’m focused and I’m back
N!ggas play with me, it’s going down
You n!ggas know this s*it ain’t that (It’s gon’ go down)
Pootie Tang, Pootie Tang belt to n!ggas ass (Yeah, uh)
Boomerang, toss it to me, bet she let me smash
Say you pillow talk ’bout n!ggas
Type of sucker s*it is that? (N!gga)
I just get drunk off tequila, come and fu*k her from the back

[Verse 2]
Woah
Fu*k her from the back (Yeah, yeah)
Fu*k her from the back (Come on)
Put her left hand on the back of her neck
Take my right hand, put my thumb in her ass
The way she treating me, yeah
Gotta say she a good girl, but she know she bad (Uh)
I gotta stop buying new s*it, why you ain’t tell me I learned from the tag? (Uh, uh, uh)
Come on, fu*k around, miss my flight, hop in a Tesla, whipping in fast
(Fu*k around and miss my funeral)
Fu*king my b!tch all night, looking all s*xy, gripping her ass, yeah
These n!ggas like to run they goddamn mouth on the net, I just keep my lil’ tags (B!tch)

Soon as I catch ’em in person, take off my belt, whooping they ass (Go)

[Chorus]
Fu*king that ho from the back, what I do
Fu*king that ho from the back, mm
Fu*king that ho from the back, mm
Fu*king my ho from the back, whooping her
Walk out the door and I’m strapped, cooking her
Broad daylight, I’ma blow it, you pu*sy
Open your eye when you blow it, ya rookie

[Verse 3]
Bring me that weed, talk to me rubbing my feet (Mm)
After that, roll up the cookie
I ain’t coming for free, don’t care if Michael Jackson in that b!tch
Tell the promoter to book me
Have my back end ‘fore I walk in the door
Act like he hard, but he not, he a ho (Fire)
Working my Glock like a pro
Blow down they car, make ’em stop on the road
Seven to 0, n!gga know it’s the four
One in the head, n!gga know it’s a go (B!tch)
I can stop rapping and show you some dope (B!tch)
Take my new ho and I show her the ropes
Looking me all in my eyes
Told me spit in her mouth while I’m fu*king her, holding her throat
Running your mouth ’round them hoes, acting like you a play with me
Fu*k n!gga know that he won’t

[Chorus]
Fu*king that ho from the back, mm
Fu*king that ho from the back, uh
Fu*king that ho from the back, uh
Fu*king that ho from the back, yeah
Fu*king my ho from the back, whooping her
Walk out the door and I’m strapped, cooking ya
Broad daylight, I’ma blow it, you pu*sy
Open your eyes when you blow it, ya rookie

[Outro]
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