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BACKSTREETS (FEAT. TEEZO TOUCHDOWN)

Don Toliver

Lyrics of BACKSTREETS (FEAT. TEEZO TOUCHDOWN) by Don Toliver

Pre-chorus

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?)

Chorus

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?

Chorus

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?

Verse

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

Verse

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

Verse

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

Verse

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

Pre-chorus

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?)

Chorus

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)

Chorus

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)

Chorus

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?