Lyrics:
them thangs down the backstreet
Top down on da nawf
I'm home
I could never get lost (I could never get lost)
No, no
I play the field and the coach
just like I promised you
Every since you left your baby, boy's been dealin' with
Problem after problem, tell me what am I supposed to do
See, I get
, boys, boys, boys
Let's get one thing straight: you ain't
Honey, you're a walking pride parade
Up on Grindr talking 'bout "trade"
Gay-for-pay without
that boy fell just like Jill
40 Shell get some spilled
Collapsing a n**ga rib
Like a cup he got spilled
Bullets blast and burst for real
So I tighten up
get too friendly
Best friends
To lovers
Till lovers turn to enemies
So fuck me like you hate me
Boy I don't understand
Cuz you talked up your head
So
We goin' up, gang on the likes (yeah)
I pray in the mornin', I go get the dough, then I thank Him at night
(Yeah, what you thank him for?)
I
the scene
I'll break down the beats
There's blood in the sink
And booze in my drink
Take this
Pop that
Hate him
She's whack
Don't care
Step back
Get boxed
Pow
come get cha, do you be mad as fuck
Chorus:1x
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
Don't be no fag boy (Put down that soldier rag)
a legend in the backseat
We dem boys no backstreet
But I still want it that way
If you ask me
Get it?
Prolly not
Yeah, I'm real but they hardly not
You can
But I'm the Kane, so yo, you know the outcome
Another victory, they can't get with me
So pick a BC date 'cause you're history
I'm the authentic poet
shopping, it's like having a gun
Whatever I wanna get, got them boys caught up
I know I'm a hot, hot shorty
But you gotta slow down (slow down)
You don't
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
you look like a fool
[Chorus]
You're looking for some dirt,
I'm lifting up my skirt
I'm searching for a light under me in my purse
You always think
the dagger by his side for me,
I would die for you, like he died for me
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, let's ride
[Eve:]
Can't even explain all
and done,
Called to the seed, right to the sun
Now that you find, now that you're whole
Seasons will pass you by,
I get up, I get down
I get up, I get
'll revenge
Anybody that tries to stop me or hold me
It's the downtown boy
Drop boys to the floor then I stamp down boys
Boys get boyed, oh boy
I'm not a boy
through the backstreets
Yeah
Had Me swervin' through the backstreets
For now we got this lust but
One day you'll decept me
Cause I ain't here forever baby
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh
the families cause people
Is dyin' for these things
I mean in the diamond rivers
They'll mine all day
And might only get paid two
Cups of rice a day
Is this
you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my
the streets, in sheets I get nasty
Heard you for the streets, you a treesh bitch u nasty..
I be Running to the cheese like a track meet
only fuck with boys that
the street, huh
I been up at the top, now they down for me
Huh i was makin' all my noise
You was sound asleep
Hustlin', then I made it on
The count of three
I
Enjoy With Me For Is Good To Have Children Oh Chioma My Lover You're Such A Wonderful Woman I So Much Love You The Mother Of My Son My Bouncing Baby Boy I
old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
"You know I ain't no guru,
I'm just a blind black preacher man.
My guitar is my gospel, boy,
And I
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