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BACKSTREETS Video (MV)




Performed By: Don Toliver
Featuring: Teezo Touchdown
From Album: Hardstone Psycho
Genre(s): Hip Hop, R&B
Language: English
Length: 3:17
Written by: Caleb Zackery Toliver, Aaron Thomas, Bryan Yepes, Carlos Munoz
Released: June 14th, 2024
Year: 2024




Don Toliver - BACKSTREETS Lyrics
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[ Featuring Teezo Touchdown ]

I met her last week (last week)
Slidin' through the cold backstreets (cold backstreets, brr)
I don't know ho you, 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 (uh)
We can link all summer and go and f*ck it up (uh)
Girl, you got me drunk, I need it in a rush (uh)
Can you f*ck it up? (Uh) can you f*ck it up? (Uh)
Can you f*ck it up? Yeah
Can you f*ck it up? (Bet you can't)
Take you out of town girl, can you f*ck it up?
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma f*ck it up (baby, I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck
Can you f*ck 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.
But 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 ho you, but you knowin' me (knowin' me)
I saw you put away your foreign key (foreign key, can I?)
Can I get your number? (Number)
And I'ma hit you up (uh)
We can link all summer and go and f*ck it up (uh)
Girl, you got me drunk, I need it in a rush (uh)
Can you f*ck it up? (Uh) Can you f*ck it up? (Whoa)
Can you f*ck it up? Yeah
Can you f*ck it up? (Bet you can't)
Take you out of town girl, can you f*ck it up? (Oh, baby)
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma f*ck it up (baby, I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck (oh, oh, oh, baby)

Can you f*ck it up, girl, can you f*ck it up? (Baby, can you? Mm)
Take you out of town girl, can you f*ck it up? (Oh, baby)
I'ma take you 'round girl, I'ma f*ck it up (baby I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck (oh, oh, oh, baby)
Can you f*ck it up?
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I met her last week (last week)
Slidin' through the cold backstreets (cold backstreets, brr)
I don't know ho you, 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 (uh)
We can link all summer and go and f*ck it up (uh)
Girl, you got me drunk, I need it in a rush (uh)
Can you f*ck it up? (Uh) can you f*ck it up? (Uh)
Can you f*ck it up? Yeah
Can you f*ck it up? (Bet you can't)
Take you out of town girl, can you f*ck it up?
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma f*ck it up (baby, I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck
Can you f*ck 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.
But 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 ho you, but you knowin' me (knowin' me)
I saw you put away your foreign key (foreign key, can I?)
Can I get your number? (Number)
And I'ma hit you up (uh)
We can link all summer and go and f*ck it up (uh)
Girl, you got me drunk, I need it in a rush (uh)
Can you f*ck it up? (Uh) Can you f*ck it up? (Whoa)
Can you f*ck it up? Yeah
Can you f*ck it up? (Bet you can't)
Take you out of town girl, can you f*ck it up? (Oh, baby)
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma f*ck it up (baby, I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck (oh, oh, oh, baby)

Can you f*ck it up, girl, can you f*ck it up? (Baby, can you? Mm)
Take you out of town girl, can you f*ck it up? (Oh, baby)
I'ma take you 'round girl, I'ma f*ck it up (baby I'ma)
Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck (oh, oh, oh, baby)
Can you f*ck it up?
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Writer: Caleb Zackery Toliver, Aaron Thomas, Bryan Yepes, Carlos Munoz
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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