Lyrics:
a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
a Harley in heat
When I strut down the street, I could feel its heart beat
The sisters fell back and said, "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
Grind 'cause I gotta (gotta)
Milk this game 'til it's sour (oh)
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter (oh)
Even though the boy smooth sellin'
And how you tell that boy go slide know it ain't in 'em
We got the backstreet really lit the other side ain't on shit
Think because I moved up out the city
blat
Red key wide body yeah that's a real cat
Baby Glock
Double back
Know some niggas that trap on the backstreet
Early morning we serving these junkies
pimpin'
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
in heat
When I strut down the street I could hear its heartbeat
The sisters fell back and said "Don't that man look pretty"
The cripple
ON ME
IMc WcLKING LICK WEN YOU SEE ME ITS c FEE!
VERSE:2 BcNK BOY
Diamond back delton that's my favorite tool
223 just put yo man's all on the news
Fox
knew that I didn't know
She'd smile and say, "boy, make it up as you go"
The two of us in the backseat
Lights off on a backstreet
I showed her
happening
(Brother from The Ave. this and that again)
Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar
Find the rules by the basketball court in the park
a track meet
Yeah, he a bitch. That nigga won't at me
Shoot by myself. I don't need a tag team
I'm a real baller. I ain't no athlete
I'm a real shooter.
Summertime the sun is out
Come night time we like our music loud
Light the fire for the feel good time
Tonight
Feet up, seats laid back
Skater boys
shot yo daddy in the back for playing & capping,
Still on the backstreets,
I keep a drac on the passenger switch on a glizzy the K in the backseat,
300
Catchin' opps on the backstreet, I don't let a fuck nigga size me (shut up)
If I get jammed on a mission
I ain't gon' never tell 'em where my guys be
If I
Everybody
Rock your body
Everybody
Rock your body right
Backstreet's back alright
Oh my God we're back again
Brothers, sisters, everybody
Everybody (yeah)
Rock your body (yeah)
Everybody
Rock your body right.
Backstreet's back, all right!
All right!
So don't delay, act now,
back they judging
Repercussions of the worse why you out there pulling stunts
Everybody wanna flex but who wanna be number one
When you in the club
randomer's motorbike
Watch your hair fly by as you cling on tight
And you laugh, and I wonder what it's like
Livin' up life on the backstreets
Tryna find God
The company you keep reflects on your
Rap Sheet
Backstreet battles rattle the rats that try me
Find me
High key with saddle in hand
Paddlin' through
Meet me out on the backstreet again
By the shop that doesn't need to ask for your name
Don't wanna do the same thing every day
But meet me out
'cause they finished
('Cause they finished)
Yeah, the back wheels turn
Theyself when I'm passin'
Them backstreets turned me up
When I was trappin' made
holdin' my convulsion knowin' I was next to blow
Everybody, every day, and we be fresh from head to toe
From mornin' to the nightfall
From the mornin'
it's sour
Why I gotta do the
Backstreets when it's hotter?
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada
(speak up)
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard
I was so dumb at the bottom
Raising blood im muddy
Take a knife and it cut me
I will bleed in the backstreet
Many flashlights they on me
I do not
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