Lyrics:
the ave-y
Saying thick ass Ashley
I'mma pass her that
Stick like track meet
My boys don't sing
But they BackStreet
You don't need to wonder if I blow
the Ville
I can peel off down a backstreet
Uh
We on survivor mode
Tryna get it right shit
I been on the graveyard
Working on a night shift
Looking in the sky
Like a legend, I’ll walk back to my old backstreet
Back at sneak in through the window for some love like I was an addict
Bro we gotta learn new moves
And whales, canonized by some government program
We're blind men, sad men, dreamers with wishes
Paralytics, lunatics and the back-street fringes
All find
at the School
And the after school teachers
Got popped serving at the school After schooling niggas
Backstreet hugger
Backseat lover
Yea I do it all im a stat
and splash em'
We turn a dice game into a track meet (No bap)
Uh, that's y'all main shooter, we turned that boy into a athlete
He tried to dip
But now he's back in my arms again
Right by my side
I got him back in my arms again
So satisfied
It's easy for friends to say let him go
But I'm
fifty-eleven girls
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sittin' low
Every boy in here with me got that smoke
And every
and that time's now
Since the mood's right
I only want to see you by the moonlight
While we make sweet love
By the starlight
Baby let me take control
disappeared, babe
After drawin' out all his hard-earned cash
And now MacHeath spends just like a sailor
Could it be our boy's done somethin' rash?
Now
up on that lick, you dress in all black
Big sticky on that bullshit, that boy ain't goin' for none of that
Nah, yeah that boy ain't goin' for none
1. Saturday night, I just hit town, mud still on my boots
Lookin’ for, a new excuse, to get back to my roots
Crawl into a joint I know, a backstreet
but the number one rapper in the world
He done traveled all over the world
He came back just to give you some game
All of the little boys and girls,
Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin'
And the poor boy's on the line
Shouldn't of shot that boy up in the back of the store
I roll up any time any minute
Got the gasoline on me I power a boat
Hit em once mortal kombat he
a backstreet boy
Aye
Yuh
Aye
Yuh
And if you hit my cell you going right to jail (Shh shh)
All this ice on me looks like Juelz Santana
Me and my team yeah we
the chase don't slam on the brakes
These hoes that I fucked way back in the day keep baiting my government name
Sing to police like Backstreet boys
buck a boy in a backstreet
Eyes on her chest she ain't wearing no fendi
You Know I got flows for ur dome got plenty
Not even twenty
I'm past all
Nigga, fuck
Fuck, nigga
Fuck nigga
(Run it back, Playboi)
Raise the murder rate (raise it up)
Anytime a nigga play, we raise the murder rate
back to booth, like a father I raise the roof
And my dawg came to shine
Like a golden tooth
That's why I say cap to the odds
We don't botch the plays,
tell her about the money he hid
And someday she'll tell him that the boy is his kid.
But for right now they're both in love
The only thing they're
time, you ain't gotta ask me
All the wrong things, back to back, I can't recover from it
Adderall binge, having trouble staying sober off it
I'm all
Until the day you die
You always admit
You were right
You were wrong
About all of it
Fire-eyed boy gave them all the slip
Fire-eyed boy gave
together, yo, it's gonna be da bomb
Hit me all baby, Aaron Carter dot com
See when it comes to girls
I'm not too young
Babyface back upon the scene
But
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