Jakob X Jack The Spitter - Backseat lyrics

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Jakob X Jack The Spitter - Backseat lyrics

[Verse 1: Jakob] Answer both my calls in the backseat Call connect your girl tellin her to fax me Your girl is going crazy get a maxi Pad is where I be now I'm calling up a taxi And I'll pay tax Don't forget please I'll up here sitting at home With some bomb weed And don't forget the cardigan Or there'll be fees Yet they sending me to college bro Get a frisbee Got a beer and blunt Tricking on my shake junt Smoke a pack of spirits And then I'm done for the month Open wide for The lunch from your supper f** a b**h with no rubber Stick my gums with an upper I'm out here Tweakin and leakin Got your girl moaning And stuttering bu*ter thin waffles And chicken Bacon in the Back seat Heard she like it rough In the backseat Just don't forget ya dumb b**h You can't tempt me [Verse 2: Jack The Spitter] I got three fives on it and like a bunch of d** and alcohol an stuff oh are we recording f** oh no In the backseat? f** that we don't even see streets Cursing round the city with your girl in my lap see We getting gross and stupid ugly on ugly I'm wearing Mishka print undies, and she about to get a bundle b Oops pardon me, i got off on the tree And now i'm offing your niece She in the backseat, neat On her knees She be looking sweet Hope she 18, but i'm 2 years below the legal lean f** i'm a liar, twist the fire in the backseat Loosen my tie after the ride, in the backseat Taken away from the situation in the backseat Boost me up, b**h i can't see, b**h what you hiding? Riding dirty just took another damn level When she hit another treble's when i hit the road forever I'm a ba*tard i'm a father, probably had a daughter Never got in the backseat, fiction is better than truth tellers motherf**er And i'm just playing we were safe Seat belt on, our hands in place Her dad was driving, i got embarra**ed And asked about her weekend and sh** f** She went ice skating and saw we're the millers [Verse 3: Jakob & Jack] (Spending all my writing, never looking back Mind be like a meth lab i'm done and breaking bad) Tired of the bias, back to back i'm finna crash Cabbies crabby with the panties flying all over the pad (i'm going mad, had, her dying for cash s**ing dick while i just here and rap) I just rap, f**ing trash, coming out of my jaw, kissing all up on her flaws Let her know, all in all, i'm done f**ing around with these bras (i'm out in aw, bringing order to my flaws Could give a f** on what i'm on, kush louder than operah) You ain't sh**ting with the zen, men, chill as sh** with ten friends Soon we'll all be dead for a second tying loose ends (in the backseat) (got so much money they could envy) And now leachers claiming they really always been with me?

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