Lyrics:
brats can't sing and Britney's garbage
What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars
All I see is sissies in magazines smilin'
Whatever
the backstreets
First nigga get out of his body get left in the back seat
Duckin' and dodgin' the cops, takin' the backstreets
And we four deep in this car, but I'm
I got to be making decisions (like)
If I do this I could make a prevention
Ay and I hop on the bus
Playing among us that boy is sus (no cap)
All I
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
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
right
Life is 2020 when you catch it on the hindsight
All these chicks they come and go
I ain’t trying to lockdown
But she like them handcuffs
So we
right
Life is 2020 when you catch it on the hindsight
All these chicks they come and go
I ain’t trying to lockdown
But she like them handcuffs
So we
like when people talk over me (respect)
Yeah, I'm humble, but it ain't no ho in me (at all)
I'm back on my young nigga shit (I'm back on it)
I
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
Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like
Brando right into the sun, then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds, just like
lil shit for a minute
When I first hit the club
They didn't know who I was
Now I peep all them boys in my mentions
If they throw me some racks imma
The way that I search for them boys on the backstreet (One)
And what the fuck's rap (Turn turn)
When I'm still live in the T
Just last night I had to flush
die
Swear I'm done with all the bullshit like I moved up out the Chi'
All that fuck shit obsolete, boy, I hop up on my feet
I'm the only one stopping
can't reprimand me
I'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancing
I got my friend in the back door tandem
'Cause I'm too too quick and I'm too too slick
Whole
on the backstreets, raw
Which parents go get up n' go
Shit's messy like goin' to war
Big bro why you wanna stress man for
Soon you'll be tellin' me get down on all four
Brando right into the sun
Then dance just like a Casanova
With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet
Silver star studs on my duds like a Harley
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
backstreets
It's the beige bullet, baby, and you can't catch me
Off of work and in the shower on a Friday night
I'm back on in the morning but I feel alright
name was Henry Tudor
Boo yah, back on the beat
Kill a Backstreet Boy with the back of my feet
She text back your boy for some meet and greet
In
I wish I could turn back the time
Cherish what once was mine
Miss the way that I used to feel
Christmas day when Santa was real
Backstreet boys over
Listen, when I rap, boy, that shit poetical
I break rules, I have never been ethical
Need condoms, niggas all on my genitals
I'm the best, get it straight
figure out who you really are
I promise you that once you get there it gets easier
I'm right here by your side; I'm with you if you need me
I'll help you
I got to be making decisions (like)
If I do this I could make a prevention
Ay and I hop on the bus
Playing among us that boy is sus (no cap)
All I
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