Lyrics:
Let's party
Imagine the Backstreet Boys here with the Neptunes
Call it the rec room, play time now, holla
Pusha be one if you follow, slo' mow,
GMK – Free Ksoo (feat. JayDaYoungan & Backstreet TK) [Explicit Lyrics]
[Intro]
No Hospital Gang
No Hospital Gang
You aint gon see no doctor
No
(shoot it out)
Aim this bitch, we can shoot it out nigga (grr)
Shoot it out, gun down (gun 'em down)
Runnin' round, run it back (yeah)
Dick her down,
is old
Couldn't hold me back in Shackles like I'm tied with rope
If I was rap's messiah
Come back 3 days later
Haunt you hoes
Make you shake more ass
Everybody
Rock your body right.
Backstreet's back, all right!
All right!
So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
But now, if you're still alive,
a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin'? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same
dream about the world that I never seen
Leave this place and move on by all my memories
Moving through the city
Backstreet alleyways and boulevard busies
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
my God" Fuck your God! "Is this nigga really unfazed by this?"
Dajjal be that Devil, here to mislead miscreants into misdeeds
Discrete backstreet
snort off mirrors
Coke, heroin, guns ran by government agent dealers
Blowback in the pot created boss flagrant dealers
Take it back to the spot and plot
got me constantly smoking
My role model was a cold bottle of OE
Surrounded by my closest homies
But nobody knows me
I pray to God it ain't easy
Half
that's just the topic of shit
I feel like really any nigga could accomplish shit
I'm boy with the hoodie in the back on the project and shit
I'm talking
bármit is szólsz, eltűnt a Backstreet Boys.
Jei jei jei jei jeeeee!
Az egyik szemem sír, a másik meg haj.
Szar az élet!
Meg is kell hogy halj!
a black sheep
Immature, a boy looking like I'm backstreet
I been on em back streets where niggas ba tlao
Patlamisa wa makala o betha
Maluphakanyisw' uphondo
enttäuscht von euch (enttäuscht von euch)
Ihr seid alle brav geworden (alle brav geworden)
Gestern Gangster, heute seid ihr Backstreet Boys (seid ihr
Working on my limits don't hold back
Bass so hard its bumping like Backstreet Boys
In my city yeah that true fact
Work it out
Live it up
Loving life
Loving
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
We've been bamboozled and hoodwinked
Yeah, left bleeding in the backstreets
I tell you, boys, they've been lying right from the start
All
get-away
I hid away in the backstreets
Couldn't let the police jack me
Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got that ya yo movin' by the pound so
When
Backstreet Boys, 2Pac
And Barry White
Need a new accountant: Ben Jones
New manager: my momma
Two bodyguards in case niggas start drama
Used to ride coach, now
in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with
average
Different bitches switchin' by the day
My pistol clappin'
Think it's time to see the reverend
Late night, we trappin' on the backstreets
Who
strapped
Keep ya hands on ya gat
Now your boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with the best and the
Vest couldn't help ya
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