Throw Back Thursday (feat. Kahnachi Mane) - Prince Dee

If she get a shot of whiskey, she know how to throw it back She turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back" She look better every Thursday, she don't have to throw it back Shawty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back Throw it, throw it back Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack, ayy Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy If you sexy and you know it, make it clap Throw it, throw it, throw it back I threw it on back Nothing says summer like the way she make me feel (feel) A tall glass of natural woman I can tell that she keep it real (she keep it real, yeah) A green light She'll give it to you, gotta get it 'fore it turn red (ooh-hoo) Hotter than a flame I barely know her name, but I'm damn sure willing to bet (yeah) If she get a shot of whiskey, she know how to throw it back She turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back" She look better every Thursday, she don't have to throw it back Shawty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back Throw it, throw it back Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack, ayy Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy If you sexy and you know it, make it clap Throw it, throw it Better thank Jesus, making them peaches Georgia Bulldog got me SEC-sick She on that wave and I'm deep in Tryna buy another round (throw it back) Let me see the levee-breakin' Chevy, super heavy-duty Toot-toot for the dude-dude, babe Bubble-bubble, you been eating your McDoubles And it's trouble for me If she get a shot of whiskey, she know how to throw it back She turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back" She look better every Thursday, she don't have to throw it back Shawty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back Throw it, throw it back Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack, ayy Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy If you sexy and you know it, make it clap Throw it, throw it, throw it back (do it to 'em, Keith) If she get a shot of whiskey, she know how to throw it back She turn up for Elvis Presley, told the DJ, "Throw it back" (throw it back) She look better every Thursday, she don't have to throw it back Shawty got me catching feelings, I just hope she throw it back (hmm, won't you) Throw it, throw it back Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack, ayy Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy If you sexy and you know it, make it clap Throw it, throw it Throw it back Drop it low, you can blame it on the Jack (on the Jack) Slow it down, girl, I'm tryna make it last, ayy If you sexy and you know it, make it clap Throw it, throw it, throw it back

Talking shit over the phone Boy you better watch your tone All we do is fight it's getting old But when you're mad it kinda turn me on I say I don't wanna do this no more Then you say you wanna leave well there's the door Say you gonna leave me alone Then the next minute black blowing up my phone You know you ain't going nowhere Baby we been in this shit too long Stop playing you know what it is You know you gone end up in this bed and I'ma Throw It Back, Back, Back, Back, Back You'll forget why you were Mad, mad, mad, mad, mad The shit you say you'll take it Back, back, back, back, back Fuck me like you're sorry Show me where your heart is and I'ma Throw It Back, Back, Back, Back, Back 'Cause I know you miss it Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad We can leave it in the Past, past, past, past, past Fuck me like you're sorry Show me where your heart is I'ma Throw It Back Keep you comin' back You say you'll find someone to fuck you better That was cap I'll give you that act right every time you acting up Ever since I put this pussy on you You can't get enough You say I don't wanna do this no more Then you say you wanna leave well there's the door (There's the door) Say you gonna leave me alone Then the next minute black blowing up my phone (Up my phone) You know you ain't going nowhere Baby we been in this shit too long (Shit too long) Stop playing, you know what it is You know you gone end up in this bed and I'ma Throw It Back, Back, Back, Back, Back You'll forget why you were Mad, mad, mad, mad, mad The shit you say you'll take it Back, back, back, back, back Fuck me like you're sorry Show me where your heart is and I'ma Throw It Back, Back, Back, Back, Back 'Cause I know you miss it Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad We can leave it in the Past, past, past, past, past Fuck me like you're sorry Show me where your heart is

I have had my fun if I never get well no more. I have had my fun if I never get well no more. All of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. Please write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in. Please write my mother and tell her the shape I'm in. Tell her to pray for me, Forgive me for my sin, For all of my sin. On the next train south, look for my clothes back home. On the next train south, look for my clothes back home. 'Cause all of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. All of my health is failing; Lord, I'm going down slow, I'm going down slow. Feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow. I feel like I'm going, like I'm going down slow.