Lyrics:
on the backstreet, bro ain't even park that nigga
He just cracked em'
Told that bitch let me know when you ready
Caught him parked up, left that boy at the Getty
them boys the greenlight
Jackboys they want everything so don't lack boy
Backstreet creeper, homemade sweeper
Nigga talking tough on the net
Can't wait
a cold game
Played by the coldest man
Everything ya see is not
The 7-4 k
The son of cocaine
I'm a dopeman
Plus I'm holdin' weight
Cause I'm the dope
to a hoe after a show
Homie, I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
to a hoe after a show
Homie, I don't play that shit one bit
Fuck around and get your head cut off like quick
Psychopathic bitch boy, peep the axe
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
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
and that's what makes you larger than life
Chorus
This Is The Backstreet Boys, NOT HIM
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
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,
hella whack, come at me
Y'all just some boys from the backstreet
Sounds out the cabinet - Leslie
She thought I'm cute till she met me
I want a Tesla no
bout the days gone by wishin' he was there
Rodeo you take a boy and make a man so tall
Drink his youth and cast him by the way
What's he gonna do now
backstreet boys
I make backstreet noise
On backend roads
I'll make ur little rapping career
Bout to explode
Where are you tonight
I ain't on roads
You wanna
Backstreet boys and Jodeci
Head down with a mask on still and they noticed me
18k for the pendant piece was the total fee
Toxic relationship with my queen,
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
gonna do
Come and talk to me in the backseat
Baby backstreet
We could surf the board
Surf the net, better yet
We could make a little bet
If we get
Apple Tree Swing Track #12 2:22
Sonny Boy Williamson I (John Lee)
(John Lee Williamson)
Sonny Boy Williamson - vocals & harmonica
With Blind John
to your church with the Backstreet Boys
I know, I know
Why do you hate my guts so
You think you lead your own way but all you do is follow
You're convinced
boys but they ain't backstreet
I get to the chicken like a nigga work at Xaxbys
I'll give you a Lyft like it's a Uber or a Taxi
I pull up in a phantom
in this shit da win i ain't trying to make no friends
Heard they caught em on the backstreet hit that nigga then they dipped
It's a knife up on this
I know I shouldn't have did that
I know it's come right back
I know it's' going to
Destroy everything I made
It's probably gon' get your boy sent
Nonconformity
It's the Black Sheep running in these black streets
Bringing it back like Backstreet Boys
Toying with my words and my raps
So wack boys could cut
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