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Mariah Carey - Like This Back It Up Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ayo, Candy (Uh)
​iCandy (Woo)

[Chorus]
You ain't never met a bitch that's bad and fine like this
When I walk up in this bitch, I'm makin' all these hoes sick
All this ass up in my jeans, you see your girl gettin' thick
Turn around and break it down, now watch me walk like this
Right foot, left foot, back it up
Both hands on your knees when you back it up
Real bitches outside actin' up
All these niggas get left, pack it up
Right foot, left foot, back it up
Both hands on your knees when you back it up
Real bitches outside actin' up
All these niggas get left, pack it up

[Verse 1]
Broke boys waste my time
Where the boss nigga? Bring the freaks outside
Still on top, I'ma show you how to ridе (Uh)
Couldn't fall off even if I tried
Big ol' ass, slim waist, thick thighs
Nigga try to play, I'ma hurt his pridе
Hard to pick a side when you go left, right
You ain't never met a real bitch, that's why (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Make it clap like round of applause
Shake that ass to the window, to the wall
Pussy game make a nigga spend it all (Spend it)
Where the money? These niggas all talk (What?)
Courtside, I'ma show you how to ball (Show you how to ball)
And he love when I play with the balls (Uh)
Work for it, make her work for it
I'ma climb on top, hit the billboard (Candy)

[Chorus]
You ain't never met a bitch that's bad and fine like this
When I walk up in this bitch, I'm makin' all these hoes sick
All this ass up in my jeans, you see your girl gettin' thick
Turn around and break it down, now watch me walk like this
Right foot, left foot, back it up
Both hands on your knees when you back it up
Real bitches outside actin' up
All these niggas get left, pack it up
Right foot, left foot, back it up
Both hands on your knees when you back it up
Real bitches outside actin' up
All these niggas get left, pack it up

[Verse 2]
You can't stop my vibe
Killin' hoes dead 'cause a bitch too live
What you bring to the table? Bitch, I'm the prize
Crash-ass nigga, don't waste my time
Your girl real pretty, don't need no makeup
Ass real fat, so sweet, so caked up
They say I'm too much 'cause they know they can't take her
If you want a shot, damn right, got a chaser (Uh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Make it clap like round of applause
Shake that ass to the window, to the wall
Pussy game make a nigga spend it all (Spend it)
Where the money? These niggas all talk (What?)
Courtside, I'ma show you how to ball (Show you how to ball)
And he love when I play with the balls (Uh)
Work for it, make her work for it
I'ma climb on top, hit the billboard (Candy)

[Chorus]
You ain't never met a bitch that's bad and fine like this
When I walk up in this bitch, I'm makin' all these hoes sick
All this ass up in my jeans, you see your girl gettin' thick
Turn around and break it down, now watch me walk like this
Right foot, left foot, back it up
Both hands on your knees when you back it up
Real bitches outside actin' up
All these niggas get left, pack it up
Right foot, left foot, back it up
Both hands on your knees when you back it up
Real bitches outside actin' up
All these niggas get left, pack it up

[Outro]
Right foot, left foot, back it up
Both hands on your knees when you back it up
Real bitches outside actin' up
All these niggas get left, pack it up
Right foot, left foot, back it up
Both hands on your knees when you back it up
Real bitches outside actin' up
All these niggas get left, pack it up