BACKSTREET lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Hook]
East side n*gga run the backstreets, aye
I done seen nothing but the black streets, aye
n*gga, go feed a brother, he gonna thank you later
But he ain't gonna buy you chains, you gotta switch your lane [x2]

[Verse]
Aye, introverted broke n*gga
Aye, and the Uzi is what I need tote my n*gga
Aye, put his picture on a carton, now he's been departed
But when he get out, he gonna make his diamonds dance retarded
Aye, let a n*gga breathe, let a n*gga see, aye
If a b*tch too slim, she shady
Fire at her like marshall, when I cater
I don't knock her, I wait after 9, like a damn baby
Don't like my b*tches basic
I'm sorry I called you that, you are amazing

[Hook]
East side n*gga run the backstreets, aye
I done seen nothing but the black streets, aye
n*gga, go feed a brother, he gonna thank you later
But he ain't gonna buy you chains, you gotta switch your lane [x2]

[Verse 2]
This is easy, what I tote is lethal
This pussies that weep on, b*tch I got my weapon
This is murder season, I'm killing sh*t just for leisure
Two bodies, up top of bodied n*ggas, that just makes em equal
I lays it down, fix a n*gga when I land, like it's lasik
I killed the treble, in the bass meant
I fill empty space, like galaxies, so there's no room
For your dumb sh*t, like really n*gga
I just killed it, with a guillotine
Now really I just really pack it in
Ya'll too short to stand for sh*t, like an acronym
This is my teer, like I just cried here
You can talk all you want, but [insert insult here]
Your more empty to hear speak, than a damn Sears
I think it's clear, that even sequins could make
You look non coherent, f*cking [queers]
Can't talk my talk, it's not generic, this isn't murder music
Nah, this is something you can't show to any parent [x2]

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