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it's got my untuned guitar.
i can mention our inside jokes.
or how we say goodbye in the backseats of cars.
and give irony to my band name.
but i'd

hoes ain't nice as me
Fly as me
Cry to me
I got your bottom piece
In the backseat kissing me
Talking bout she feeling me
Wanna put gold on my teeth

was ready, get it popping in the backseat
I won't tell no lies, I'm going deep if you ask me
You hate it when I let you walk past me

That she can sit on, direct and cream on

And if I don't rise up, best believe she's gone

Alot of women want their cats licked

But it takes a backseat

a nigga out his Nikes

She married to The Game, that's wifey

Ask Gotti get them blood stains out your white tee

P in the backseat finger fuckin' her

insecurities.
lovely hips, tangled in seams.
two drunk kids fucking in the backseat won't you say what you really mean.
you want to fuck me.

blow that whole thang
Catch me hangin out the window wit my pistol
Check the backseat
And I kno that you can recognize your sister
That’s my last week

just the girl next door

Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutante
Everything that you want

and love
Sister, Help me God
One thing
we all wait for is
the end of the war

You have muses in the battlefield
On the backseat of a limousine
You have black

in the backseat and they both wet

She say I ball like I'm Kobe
I bag these bitches like groceries 
She ride me like a Ducati
Snap me that pussy Yo

this too
A likkle scrub with some backseat views
Acting up & it ain't even noon
My Persian mom taught me better too 

Boy I, got no time to waste 
And I,

Tell me lies, in the ride 
Backseat, shorty wanna get high
Keep an eye, on the prize
Bad lil' mama, she wanna let me slide
She so foreign she don't

bubble up your body

You know i've been calling
Back shots in the front of the backseat
Big dick she wan sit up on mountain
But you know that its summer

Nike's on my feet 
Got my cypher complete
Marty. make y'all obsolete
Y'all In the backseat
See me rolling with my cronies
You know you can never beat

the backseat
Both my hands are on the steering Wheel
I hear the sirens
You say that I’m gonna get us killed
I hit the gas while we pass
Another ghost town with

Cocaine love
Girl your lipstick stains my 
Backseat Shawty 
With a nine millimetre 
Blow your brains 
I'm insane 
I just came up with my gang 
You so

state with the mulligan gate 
Bow down hot lead run away homie ok
I took your bitch and we fucked in the backseat with you in the grave

Two cut 29 smoke

talking tough
To the cameras in the backseat, to the audience at home
But they'll eat black clouds, we all eat black clouds
Once you knew a girl with skin

Riding to the disky road, bitches sitting in the backseat
Influence the shit we wrote whenever they would get difficult
We’d take the easy approach, no

of the world
 
I see right through your t-shirt
The swings of every heartbeat
Missing the night patrol's alert
As lovers in the backseat
Is there anybody

favorite jacket on my backseat
And I never found the strength to let it go
Until one day I looked inside your pockets
And found them filled with nothing else

been slipping slowly
We can take the whole week
To ride to get away
It don't matter baby we can get away
We in the backseat fucking baby
We can be

she can talk but she dont even got a clue
Hoppin' in the whip and Im swerving down the aveneue
Ride me like a taxi
Fuck you in the backseat
Yea I know

A BUICK BACKSEAT SURRENDER   SHE FEELS BAD BUT SHE'S NEVER FELT BETTER   AND AFTER ALL HE PROMISED HER FOREVER   NOW CELIA'S HEAD IS SPINNING LIKE A KITCHEN