Backseat Driver
I've never met a nigga named Marlon
Who felt this way, baby
That nigga live out the deep end
Yeah, tie on her up, leave it messy (leave it messy)
Ayy, how you make it look so sexy
That type of shit, it impress me
Ayy, hop in the Ford and let's dash
Ayy, prayin' to God they don't catch me
Grippin' on you with my hands
I hit the gas, let's hop in the backseat
Oh yeah, baby, let me show ya (show ya)
Ride out, be my backseat driver (my backseat driver)
And baby, I fuck with you
And I ain't no liar (I ain't no liar)
You know what I wanna do
Backseat driver
Got enough space in the backseat (backseat)
Find a spot, I'ma park on the backstreet (backstreet)
Hit that ass with some silk or some black sheets
Lay it down while I slap on your ass cheeks (lay down)
Got a blunt in one hand, how you dance on the deep down
That made me burn holes in my car seats (car seats)
Left the car on, blow out the AC
It's five percent tint on this bitch so they can't see (they don't)
You and me fuckin' good on the side road (on the side road)
Fuck me good, say my name with your eyes closed
Slide too fast and just seat up, the pussy get beat up
I got the bitch squirtin' on my car door (hey)
Freaky things that you do with your mouth got me fiendin' for more
I lay back and my eyes froze (I'm goin')
Hemotop by the head, I got both of your legs
That you ride it on out like the Costco
For like ten minutes straight, we just go at it (go at it)
She can drive on the pressure or pro it (pro it)
In the backseat, she love how I'm killin' it (she love it)
Had to catch my breath and go slow it (slow down)
But that's what she lovin' (that's what she lovin')
She tell me she comin' (she tell me she comin')
Anytime, in that place, when I want it
She ready to pull over and leave the car runnin' (skrrt)
Yeah, tie on her up, leave it messy (leave it messy)
How you make it look so sexy (so sexy)
That type of shit, it impress me
Hop in the Ford and let's dash, ayy
Prayin' to God they don't catch me (they don't catch me)
Grippin' on you with my hands
I hit the gas, let's hop in the backseat (hop in the backseat)
Oh yeah, baby, let me show ya (show ya)
Ride out, be my backseat driver (my backseat driver)
And baby, I fuck with you
And I ain't no liar (I ain't no liar)
You know what I wanna do?
Backseat driver (ooh-ooh)
Who felt this way, baby
That nigga live out the deep end
Yeah, tie on her up, leave it messy (leave it messy)
Ayy, how you make it look so sexy
That type of shit, it impress me
Ayy, hop in the Ford and let's dash
Ayy, prayin' to God they don't catch me
Grippin' on you with my hands
I hit the gas, let's hop in the backseat
Oh yeah, baby, let me show ya (show ya)
Ride out, be my backseat driver (my backseat driver)
And baby, I fuck with you
And I ain't no liar (I ain't no liar)
You know what I wanna do
Backseat driver
Got enough space in the backseat (backseat)
Find a spot, I'ma park on the backstreet (backstreet)
Hit that ass with some silk or some black sheets
Lay it down while I slap on your ass cheeks (lay down)
Got a blunt in one hand, how you dance on the deep down
That made me burn holes in my car seats (car seats)
Left the car on, blow out the AC
It's five percent tint on this bitch so they can't see (they don't)
You and me fuckin' good on the side road (on the side road)
Fuck me good, say my name with your eyes closed
Slide too fast and just seat up, the pussy get beat up
I got the bitch squirtin' on my car door (hey)
Freaky things that you do with your mouth got me fiendin' for more
I lay back and my eyes froze (I'm goin')
Hemotop by the head, I got both of your legs
That you ride it on out like the Costco
For like ten minutes straight, we just go at it (go at it)
She can drive on the pressure or pro it (pro it)
In the backseat, she love how I'm killin' it (she love it)
Had to catch my breath and go slow it (slow down)
But that's what she lovin' (that's what she lovin')
She tell me she comin' (she tell me she comin')
Anytime, in that place, when I want it
She ready to pull over and leave the car runnin' (skrrt)
Yeah, tie on her up, leave it messy (leave it messy)
How you make it look so sexy (so sexy)
That type of shit, it impress me
Hop in the Ford and let's dash, ayy
Prayin' to God they don't catch me (they don't catch me)
Grippin' on you with my hands
I hit the gas, let's hop in the backseat (hop in the backseat)
Oh yeah, baby, let me show ya (show ya)
Ride out, be my backseat driver (my backseat driver)
And baby, I fuck with you
And I ain't no liar (I ain't no liar)
You know what I wanna do?
Backseat driver (ooh-ooh)
Credits
Writer(s): Randarius Caruthers
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