Lyrics:
Hey broer Johnny’s lê en bloei in die straat
Sy eie mes in sy bors so by so al te laat
Die pimps en die hoere staan eenkant en kyk
Maar broer Johnny
The way she ran from the dick, would've thought she was an athlete
Play with Backend u gonna end up on the backstreet
All my money N*SYNC, Chase it
GMK – Free Ksoo (feat. JayDaYoungan & Backstreet TK) [Explicit Lyrics]
[Intro]
No Hospital Gang
No Hospital Gang
You aint gon see no doctor
No
my God" Fuck your God! "Is this nigga really unfazed by this?"
Dajjal be that Devil, here to mislead miscreants into misdeeds
Discrete backstreet
Everybody calling by phone like what the he'll you doing
Boy you headed towards a big sack
I hear what they say and they say what I'm doing
Should be
(Yeah)
Try acid and get your butt pumped out like I did
My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Backstreet
Your beauty so fine, yeah, your skin be so soft, yeah, I just wanna touch you, yeah, I wanna go down there
These boys be hating on me, I don't give
Kenny Silvers
The boy who disappeared,
Kenny Silvers
The boy who disappeared
Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day
Chasing his
Kenny Silvers the boy who disappeared,
Kenny Silvers the boy who disappeared
Kenny gets by on a fiddle almost every day
Chasing his childlike
[Backstreet Boys - Hey, Mr. DJ (Keep Playin' This Song) [Radio Mix]]
Aah, Backstreet
Yes yes y'all
One time, here we go (yes yes y'all)
Ooh, ooh
I said I had a brother in the Backstreet Boys
So everyone screamed
Hey is this some kinda trick
Yea, which one is he?
The blonde one, Nick
a Backstreet Boy
Who y'all kiddin'? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin'
Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin'?
It's Hot Nixon, same team same
boys
Somethings will follow me to the death here
In another life i'll talk outside the grave, dear
Sometimes by best was just accident
And that's okay
girl, I'm not Bieber
And your main nigga, he a Giger
And he don't like the way that I treat her
And my mouth froze like a freezer
Lil' boy know I'm
straight for the groin
But they`re toys
and now them cats are annoyed
While me i`m cute, shit I should`ve have been a backstreet-boy
Fu*k deg a'!
“Hey man,
for my boys in the backstreet
Running up plays like a motha fuckin athlete
Back in the day
I was just like you
Down bad on a feeling that I cannot lose
in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat, now ya boys watch ya back
'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya
Mess with
Tyrant tyke
Imma take the whole game out
Smk my name
Gone be worldwide
Man, this album
Gonna make your boy blow up
Escalating I am never gonna slow
a different cloth no textiles
Just a backstreet boy tryna live the west life
I’ll be spitting with infinite rhythm
they only dreaming of beating this infamous
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
walk up you
Can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack
Give
'Daddy, what's a train?'
When I was just a boy and living by the track
Us kids would gather up the coal in big 'ole gunnysacks
Then we heard the warning
brothers in the pen
See ya when they free ya if
Not when they shove me in
Once again it's an all out scrap
Keep your hands on ya gat
And now ya boys watch ya
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