Testo BACKSTREETS (FEAT. TEEZO TOUCHDOWN) - Don Toliver feat. Teezo Touchdown
Testo della canzone BACKSTREETS (FEAT. TEEZO TOUCHDOWN) (Don Toliver feat. Teezo Touchdown), tratta dall'album HARDSTONE PSYCHO
I met her last week (last week)
Slidin' through the cold backstreets (cold backstreets, brr)
I don't know you, ho, but you knowin' me (knowin' me)
I saw you put away your foreign key (foreign key, yeah, can I?)
Can I get your number? (Number)
I'ma hit you up
We can link all summer and go and fuck it up
Girl, you got me drunk, I need it in a rush
Can you fuck it up? Can you fuck it up?
Can you fuck it up? Yeah
Can you fuck it up? (Bet you can't)
Take you out of town, girl, can you fuck it up?
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma fuck it up (baby, I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck
Can you fuck it up?
Want me to be your Backstreet Boy, girl, let's get in sync
You don't wanna know what you need, locked up in a Maybach seat
And I'm ridin' with my piece, beat the pussy up, R.I.P.
Don't hold back, baby, unleash
You was splashin', it ain't no lease
Took enough time off, where you goin'? Where you been?
Lifestyle full of sins, but you heaven-sent, oh
You know who to come to when you feel it all cave in
When you know you need savin', I'm the one you put your faith in
Let you heat the summer, chain cold just like winter
Real trees just like timber, need a band that match my tempo
Glad I kept your info, backseat, tryna see what it's hittin' for
Grab tight, hold on like a leash, ah
Know the life I live ain't simple
I can't help myself, girl, I need your help
Cooking that special, this ain't self-serve
See the cops over by the light, hit it by the next turn
Runnin' back, let me do it for ya, ain't no pressure
I met her last week (last week)
Slidin' through the cold backstreets (cold backstreets, brr)
I don't know you, ho, but you knowin' me (knowin' me)
I saw you put away your foreign key (foreign key, can I?)
Can I get your number? (Number)
I'ma hit you up
We can link all summer and go and fuck it up
Girl, you got me drunk, I need it in a rush
Can you fuck it up? Can you fuck it up? (Woah)
Can you fuck it up? Yeah
Can you fuck it up? (Bet you can't)
Take you out of town, girl, can you fuck it up? (Oh, baby)
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma fuck it up (baby, I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck (oh, oh, oh, baby)
Can you fuck it up, girl, can you fuck it up? (Baby, can you? Mm)
Take you out of town, girl, can you fuck it up? (Oh, baby)
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma fuck it up (baby I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck (oh, oh, oh, baby)
Can you fuck it up?
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Writer(s): Aaron Thomas, Douglas Ford, Christopher Ruelas, Derek Anderson, Bryan Yepes, Carlos Daniel Munoz, Caleb Zackery Toliver
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