Chamillionaire Back up Plan Lyrics:
[Chamillionaire]
Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Just believe, something
real freaky's going down Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your
mind Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh Please do not disturb,
on the door you see that sign

[Hook]
Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I'm really feeling you If you can
keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too And
this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two I
can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on
you Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man Your
undercover lover, I can be your back up plan And
we can just pretend we're, nothing more than
friends The sex will never end, that way everybody
wins

[Chamillionaire]
Their dorms their college, their brains share
knowledge I tip toe through the back do', and no
one gon hear about it And if your boo try to
search you, in any clue get spotted I hope the
lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not
it Naw we don't sip Hypnotic, we sipping Henny and
some Crimevicts So take a sip of this, and just
let it relax your mind Your body's calling me
informing me, that you're freakier than normally
Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom
put on for me Protection in the briefcaser, plenty
of lead with no eraser Trojan Man gotta be safer,
ladies that plot for my treat paper Watching a man
while he chase her, trying to figuer out whether
she faithful But the minute that he takes her,
break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he
gangsta, don't think your girl can't get lead To
the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can
get fed Spread her legs or get fed head, she's
wearing that yellow pink thong She's got her
wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong,
Koopa

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
See getting money's like sex, and I'm having a
manage G Gold diggers can't F' with me, like I'm
having a manage me A hoe see the ice and she start
tripping, like your broad can't skeet Koopa get a
hot steamy ain't creamy, but uh-naw it ain't T If
it's her first time with me, she'll do her thang
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like she knew me Can't stand a booshie hoe, a
booshie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't
stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is
usually to use me They usually hop on the next
dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's
Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well
G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah If
this ain't just about the sex, don't waste your
time Money jewelry and fame, should be the last
thing on your mind You steady trying to be like
them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin
Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she
like him aaah Don't worry naw, Koopa not
disappointed I look to' as the do', stick my
finger out like this and point it Leave, with me
it's a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild Niggas
probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large
towel To stick under the do' she's moaning, trying
to wake up any sleep takers Screaming obscenities
at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper
Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I
replace her Cameras'll get your cart I'm smart,
you will not ever see the taper What we did let me
lace ya, up in some game while she take a Sip of
the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum
minus the chaser yeah

[Hook]

[Chamillionaire]
I got some Henn got some Crime, got some Remmy and
it's time To take a sip of this, and just let it
relax your mind Your body is so fine, girl I'm
peeping your design Somehow it feels right, tell
me how can I decline Please do not disturb on that
door, you see that sign There'll be no
interrupting, something freaky on my mind Sipping
going doo-own, stripping going doo-own She know
what's on my mii-ind, I'm ready to bump and
grii-ind Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh,
oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh,
oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh

[Devin the Dude]
Your man use to fuck you down, but now he's
slacked up She's running all over town, I think
he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief
pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off
in my bat, so it's somewhat illegal hit Boom over
the fence, rinse off my balls when I'm finished
Yes she's probably a good sport, but he's got you
playing tennis Running after balls, dodging all
your calls You're horny wanna grind him, but you
just can't find him So here's what you do, call
832-567 You remember the rest, just ask for Devin
Yes I'll come quick, but not too soon Leaving
nutty rubbers, all over the room Don't forget to
bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels
Some extra panties if you will, we can chill I'll
never wanna come between you and him, understand
But if you ever need a back up plan, I'm your man

[Hook]
Lyrics: Back up Plan, Chamillionaire [end]