B.o.B
B.o.B
B.o.B
B.o.B & Future
B.o.B & Chris Brown
B.o.B
B.o.B
B.o.B & Ester Dean
B.o.B
B.o.B & 2 Chainz
B.o.B & Priscilla Renea
B.o.B & Mike Fresh
B.o.B
B.o.B & Playboy Tre
B.o.B & Juicy J & T.I.
[Intro: B.o.B]
Ayy, go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
And throw that back (Yeah), throw that back (Yeah)
Don't be scared, bitch, throw that back (Mmkay)
This dick right here is cleaner (Mmkay)
Than a hypochondriac (Mmkay)
Po' that yack, po' that yack (Mmkay)
This flow, you know that's crack (Mmkay)
This beat, you know that crack (Uh-huh)
I put my city on, yeah, we on the map (Okay)
Two hands when she on like a scooter (Huh, huh)
She told me she wish she knew me sooner (Huh)
If I hit her with that new maneuver (Huh, huh)
What's she gon' do? Scream, "Hallelujah" (Huh, huh)
Her eyes rollin', she gone (Yeah, she gone)
She gettin' into her zone (Yeah, her zone)
And when she give me that look
Then I'ma do whatever I want, yeah
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Ayy, go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
And throw that back (Back), throw that back (Back)
Don't play, bitch, throw that back (Back)
Throw that back (Back), throw that back
Don't play, bitch, throw that back (Yeah, back)
Throw that back (Back), throw that back (Back)
Ba-Ba-Ba (Yeah), throw that back (Yeah)
Throw that back (Yeah), throw that back (Yeah)
Don't play, girl, throw that back
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Look, don't play with it, I'ma lay in it
I'ma paint your walls, I'ma spray in it (Yeah)
And if I go "licky-licky," put my face in it
Give you this country wood and you takin' it (Yeow)
I said my chain's so bright, I'm vacationin'
And you fake-ass niggas ain't made of shit (Yeah)
I got a hunnid fifty racks just to show up (What?)
You had to pay? Nigga, I got paid to sit (Ow)
I bet your girl know me (Yeah)
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 both feet
She said her booty from the Motherland
She started wobblin' and poppin' it like a rubber band
I'm throwin' ten racks with my right
She told me grab her ass with my other hand (Ow)
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
Uh, go crazy to this
All my bitches get together, go crazy (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
And throw that back (Back), throw that back (Back)
Don't play, bitch, throw that back (Back)
Throw that back (Back), throw that back
Don't play, bitch, throw that back (Yeah, back)
Throw that back (Back), throw that back (Back)
Ba-Ba-Ba (Yeah), throw that back (Yeah)
Throw that back (Yeah), throw that back (Ha)
Don't play, girl, throw that back (Uh, uh)
[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I'm a pimp, did you know that? (Mmkay)
Bobby Ray finna throw that (Mmkay)
And when I throw that D, I never hold back (Ayy)
Hoes lookin' for me like a lo-jack (Ayy)
'Ca-'Cause she wanna ride it like she stole it (Like she stole it)
That camel toe, I'm finna poke it (I'm finna poke it)
She got her best friend with her (Friend with her)
And we playin' hokey-pokey (Hokey-pokey)
She tryna focus on this wood and this pine (Ha)
Bow down to the wood like a shrine (Ha, ha)
Uh, I be the six, you be the nine (Yeah)
That's the only time you'll be less than a dime (Yeah)
Girl, it's yoga time, time to stretch, time to wind (Wind)
I wanna see you wind (Wind)
I want to put it on your mind when I see you grind (What?)
Give life to the dead, give sight to the blind (Ha)
I'ma hit it from the back like, "Ah, ah, ah"
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Look, go crazy to this
Go crazy to this
Now I'm layin' the pipe 'cause you ain't fuckin' her right
A nigga lazy as shit
They go crazy to this
Make her go crazy to this
Soon as that song drop, that thong drop, just shake that
[Chorus: B.o.B]
Throw that back (Back), throw that back (Back)
Don't play, bitch, throw that back (Back)
Throw that back (Back), throw that back
Don't play, bitch, throw that back (Yeah, back)
Throw that back (Back), throw that back (Back)
Ba-Ba-Ba (Yeah), throw that back (Yeah)
Throw that back (Yeah), throw that back (Yeah)
Don't play, girl, throw that back
[Outro: B.o.B]
Ba-Ba-Ba, throw that back
Don't play, girl, throw that back
Ba-Ba-Ba, throw that back
Don't play, girl, throw that back
Throwback was written by Playboy Tre & Chris Brown & B.o.B.
Throwback was produced by B.o.B.
B.o.B:
I got Chris Brown on there. He’s dope, man. We were at the studio and we always work in a lot of the same studios so he just stuck his head in the studio one day and I was like, “Yo, man, I got some shit that I need to play you.” So he played me one of his records for his album and we both g...
Yes! “Throwback” marks the third collaboration between the duo following:
“Arena” (May 2012)
“Get Down (Rarities & B-Sides)” (June 2012)