And You Know He Ate My Cat And He Ate It From The Back Lyrics

Song: Juicy (And You Know He Ate My Cat And He Ate It From The Back)
Artist: Doja Cat & Tyga

LYRICS

I keep it juicy juicy, I eat that lunch (Yeah)
She keep that booty booty, she keep that plump (Yeah yeah)
That natural beauty beauty, yeah, yeah
If you could see it from the front, wait ’til you see it from the back, back, back, back, back
(Wait ’til you see it from the…)
Back, back, yeah, back, back, back
(Wait ’til you see it from the…)
Back, back, back, back, back
(Wait ’til you see it from the…)
If you could see it from the front, wait ’til you see it from the back

He like the Doja and the Cat, yeah
He like it thick, he like it fat, yeah
Like to keep him wanting more
He ask me, “Doja, where you at, huh?”
And all them n^ggas wanna know
How long it take to pull my pants up, mmh, mmh, mmh
Broke a fingernail and then some, mmh
Tryna squeeze into my True Religion denim, mmh, mmh, mmh
Sell it big, don’t wanna sell you light
I don’t buy it, where the cellulite?
He said the body unbelievable
Can’t trust a big butt and a gemini-i-i-i-i

He spend the racks, he in the trap
I’m fit and fat, he live for that
Okay, he on his knees, attend the Mass
He beg for that, I bend and snap
She keep it juicy just for papi
Call me Buffy with the body
I just slipped into my savage and come over like a walkie
My fish like Takamaki, like a side of me with saké
So I put it in my mouth and suck it out like edamame, yeah
Hourglass
Coke bottle body, I got that
We got time and you’re right on that
When I turn around and touch it, keep your eyes on that, that, that, that, that, that

He like it plump, he need that
Need the rump and need the thighs, he eat that
Eat that up, and in the night, he see that
In the dark, and in the ride he keep that
Keep it running, like it plump, he need that
Need the rump and need the thighs, he eat that
Eat that up and in the night, he see that
In the dark, and in the ride he keep that
Keep it running

(Sp- Sp- Spain, what you doing?)
Hey Daddy Kaine! (Listen up)
I got b^tches (You got b^tches?)
Haha, ayy, ayy
Tell lil’ shorty come here
Trap bunnie bubbles!

b^tch, I still get checks from my ex
You think that’s yours but she movin’ to the next (The next!)
No b^tch can compare, they all think I’m the best (f^ck it!)
Real witch b^tch, put yo’ ass in a hex (Voodoo!)
b^tch, I got big stack, big flex (Big flex)
Baby call my phone, tryna blow her tax check
Call me a nympho ’cause I like good sex (Oh!)
But don’t be mad when you going through my texts

Ayy, ayy, tell lil’ shorty come here (Come here!)
I’m tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble!)
Tell me that you want me, that’s the sh^t I always hear
I got three b^tches on me like the three musketeers
Ayy, ayy (Musketeers), tell lil’ shorty come here (Come here!)
I’m tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble!)
Tell me that you want me, that’s the sh^t I always hear
I got three b^tches on me like the three musketeers

b^tch, shake that ass or kick rocks (Kick rocks!)
f^ck a situationship, I’m tryna see that box
Saw her on her Tinder, said she likes long walks (Oh the beach)
Runnin’ with my phone but b^tch who got these locks?
Dumb hoe! Who bought this motherf^ckin’ phone?
Yeah, shorty love it ’cause I’m making her moan
Try to find another b^tch, get hit in the dome
Yes, I know I’m a queen ’cause I’m sitting on the throne

Hey, Gang, NextYoungin
It’s Daddy Kaine in this b^tch
Pull up to the function and she tryna get lit
Shorty talkin’ foreign
Yeah, I’m thinking she a brit
Never stay strapped ’cause my brothers with the sh^t
Keep talking money ’til they hit you with a lick
All yo’ sh^t fake but there’s Gucci on my fit
She want bread for the head but no, I’m not a trick (Nah)
Switchin’ up the roles, charge a rack for the flick
Keeping dirty money but my hands still clean (Yo)
b^tches’ high tech, yeah, I think she off the lean
Don’t try to kiss me, hoe, you need some Listerine
Drown in this money, all you see on me is green
I bought her a perc and I bought her a beam
Now she blowin’ up my phone so I know that she a fein
Got her in her feelings, tell her bestie that I’m mean
No, I never need no hoes, I just pass ’em to the team

Ayy, ayy, , tell lil’ shorty come here
I’m tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year
Tell me that you want me, that’s the sh^t I always hear
I got three b^tches on me like the three musketeers
Ayy, ayy, tell lil’ shorty come here (Come here!)
I’m tryna blow her back out, walking funny for the year (Wobble, wobble!)
Tell me that you want me, that’s the sh^t I always hear
I got three b^tches on me like the three musketeers (Musketeers)

Oh!
You got b^tches, Nya?
Hell yeah
How many?
Three musketeers
Hoe! (Da- da- damn, what you doing?)
Daddy Kaine and Cocaine
Yeah! Daddy Kaine and Cocaine! Huh!