Lyrics:
the Backstreet Boys
I remember that like it was last week
You had me in a haze every single day, all that I could think about was us
And as long as your body was
the boys in the backstreet
Life is just a movie do u really want me
Sometimes I pop xans no oxy
U forgot to call me baby why u fronting
An I just wanna say
You gon' fuck around and die on the stage, nigga, at a show behind rap beef
Frontlinin' on the backstreets, I'm a tax-free type of nigga (I'm
already know what I'm about homie
I'm young I'm focused I'm just coming out homie
You can go by what you hear through word of mouth homie
Or step out
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
they rap boy
I was out on the backstreet jailhouse canteen then I put the ends in the map Yh
mamba times when I didn’t have p”s now I splash everyday
Molly (hah)
Green Card from that visa (Green Card from visa)
Get caught and she leave (get caught and she leave)
By example, I lead (by example, I
Girl meets boy, boy meets girl
A new love born, together they're gonna change the world
Another two seats on the merry go round
Safe in the arms
Girl meets boy, boy meets girl
A new love born, together they're gonna change the world
Another two seats on the merry go round
Safe in the arms
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
we took it all around the world
I got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girls
Droppin' lyrical bombs up in ya' hood,
[Sara Stokes]
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Adjust ya radio
Boy you got me tripping, boy you got me tripping
Baby wet my whistle, boy you got me tripping
You
niggas
And if the shit was a game, we'd skunk you niggas
Playin' make me [Incomprehensible], punk you niggas
Backstreet boy let your record label pump you
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
Y'all keep my name out your mouth
Because you know I'll hear
That's why I'm the most understated rapper of the year
You got your album drops
You're
went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing
these people albums I'm a charity too
I produce my own beats
I write by myself 'cause I'm a lyrical G
Record my own vids
Make a whole doc
Do my own media
goes
They go to where it glows
While playing with the water hose
We're on the fifth album
Getting all that calcium
While hanging out with my old boy
Okay, that boy got it, for real
Remember nights we couldn't eat, now we got a few mil'
No filler on the album, cue up, how does it feel?
They tryna
niggas starvin' cause we all ate
Ain't no love in these streets, boy it's all hate
If you not certified you can't even stand by me
Swear I can't wait for
Top
They Kno We Run The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Cant Hear Ya
I
I ain't all by myself and you won't
let me be boy
Chorus:
Why you gonna call me on my phone
Everytime you see another boy at my door
Oh boy you
the backstreet boys
And britney spears
Where they gonna be in the next few years
We got bullshit songs written by old farts
In the hopes that one of them will
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
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