Lyrics:
white boys trying to Backstreet they asses
Back in? The game done already had them
I handed they asses back at 'em
Madness occurred after that shit
It
believe in my not God
I'm smoking my blunt in the back the belly of beast could never make me run
She said that she hating on Ben but listens to Pink Boy
I bend to tie the lace, of the right-angled woman
Who moves so impossibly slow
While the boy holds the hand, of the last standing statue
By
the backseat
I don't know this world that attacks me
We are not boys, this is not Backstreet
Biting my shit is good for
'em like flax seed
In my own little
backstreet
I told the feds to come catch me
I know some man dey wan' slap me
That's why all my poles' they got battrees
And that's tic tac
I don't wear my
spogląda
W moim rapie znajdziesz przede wszystkim treść żołądka
Nie wyglądam jak Backstreet Boys
Bo mam ryj jakbym z cycka wyssał crack, speed, koks
I mam
on the darkside, drinking cheap cyanide
Spending my money before I get paid
Doing my best to make ends meet
Something to eat, something to drink
The backstreet
It's me n' my girl
N' there's no one in the backseat
Rollin up an L
N' we're rolling down the backstreets
Us against the world
N' she always got my
Angelina, when I look in your eyes
I believe I could change the world
With you by my side
My Angelina, give me courage to try
I believe in the man I see
I'm a boy from the backstreets
Getting angry feel like Majin Buru
When I ain't had nothing to eat on my plate
Everybody they been acting fool
Now I
ain't safe
Got the pole by my side
(Alright)
That's 4 clicks to the face
And I ain't gon' cap
(Uh, uh)
My team gon' slay
Counting the hunnid bands
Hunnid
'm cold
Goddamn that's a whole 'lotta dough
Got them backstreet boys, ay
Lot of change but I swear I ain't ever change
And I might pull up in a mercedes
because of the bomb
I could be waiting, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fucking chicken wire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up
because of the bomb
I could be waiting, camped out in yo' car, in the backseat
With some fucking chicken wire, soon as you hit the backstreet
I jump up
to szacunek
Nie wiem co dla Ciebie ważne, nie żartuj
Ze kurwa hajs
Jestem urodzony w mieście skazanym
Na wieczną dumę
Każdy błąd i upadek jest powodem by wstać
Boys, boys
Boys, boys
Boys are young, boys are old
Most men act like boys I'm told
Just ask a boy his point of view
He'll run that man stuff
(Unload beat)
I have Big Dreams since a lil Boy
Tryna get my family out the ghetto still poor (Uh-huh)
While I'm in this business I need a Billboard (Right)
the boys and I am not talking backstreet
Any where we show up you would think that its a track meet
Way I run the city you would think Queso an athlete
Then
to Timbuktu
Then round about 4 o clock, the best songs start to play
With Westlife Boyzone Backstreet Boys, the tunes from back in the day
And to The Hills
on bank, Pdro I'm doing my thing
On this thang who entertained
You can watch the whole damn thang
You know I want it my way
Backstreet boy in
I'm sittin' in the dock
While you're getting interrogated by the prosecutor and the judge
And I remember when we never had a pot to piss in
Always
Young boys with hungry hearts never goes to sleep
Pulling out their magic cards, they hide them in their sleeves
Stopping by the pond to check his
and on a backstreet
Aint no controlling 'em
He hit the block with shoes that holes in em
He don't wanna wear fake shit no more
The girls at school been exposing em
Factory with the BSB's
All the girls get on your knees
And they scream or touch me please
Backstreet Boys, are you with it? (Yeah)
AJ, hit it
Come
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