"Backseat Driver" lyrics
(That nigga Ladd got the juice though)
Yeah, tie your hair up, leave it messy (Leave it messy)
Ayy, how you make it look so sexy? (So sexy) That type of shit, it impress me
Ayy, hop in the foreign, 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 you (Let me show you)
Ride out, be my backseat driver (Be my backseat driver)
And, baby, I fuck with you and I ain't no liar (And I ain't no liar)
You know what I wanna do, backseat driver (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Got enough space in the backseat (Backseat)
Find a spot, l'ma park on the backstreet (Backstreet)
Hit that ass with some silk or some black sheets (Woo, grrah, grrah)
Lay it down while I slap on your ass cheeks (Lay it down)
Got a blunt in one hand, how you dance on tthe dick, damn near made me burn holes in my car seats (Car seats)
Left the car on to blow out the AC
It's five percent tint on this bitch, so they can't see (At all)
You and me fuckin' good on the side road (On the side road)
Fuck me good, say my name with your eyes closed (Ooh)
Slide the passenger 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 gone)
Hypnotized by the head, I grab both of your legs, let you ride it on out like the car stove (Woo)
For like ten minutes straight, we just go at it (Go at it)
She can drive on the pressure, a pro it (A pro at it)
In the backseat, she love how I'm killin' that (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 cummin' (She tell me she cummin')
Anytime, any place, when I want, she ready pull over and leave the car runnin' (Skrrt)
Yeah, tie your hair up, leave it messy (Leave it messy)
Ayy, how you make it look so sexy? (So sexy) That type of shit, it impress me
Ayy, hop in the foreign, 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 you (Let me show you)
Ride out, be my backseat driver (Be my backseat driver)
And, baby, I fuck with you and I ain't no liar (And I ain't no liar)
You know what I wanna do, backseat driver (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, tie your hair up, leave it messy (Leave it messy)
Ayy, how you make it look so sexy? (So sexy) That type of shit, it impress me
Ayy, hop in the foreign, 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 you (Let me show you)
Ride out, be my backseat driver (Be my backseat driver)
And, baby, I fuck with you and I ain't no liar (And I ain't no liar)
You know what I wanna do, backseat driver (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Got enough space in the backseat (Backseat)
Find a spot, l'ma park on the backstreet (Backstreet)
Hit that ass with some silk or some black sheets (Woo, grrah, grrah)
Lay it down while I slap on your ass cheeks (Lay it down)
Got a blunt in one hand, how you dance on tthe dick, damn near made me burn holes in my car seats (Car seats)
Left the car on to blow out the AC
It's five percent tint on this bitch, so they can't see (At all)
You and me fuckin' good on the side road (On the side road)
Fuck me good, say my name with your eyes closed (Ooh)
Slide the passenger 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 gone)
Hypnotized by the head, I grab both of your legs, let you ride it on out like the car stove (Woo)
For like ten minutes straight, we just go at it (Go at it)
She can drive on the pressure, a pro it (A pro at it)
In the backseat, she love how I'm killin' that (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 cummin' (She tell me she cummin')
Anytime, any place, when I want, she ready pull over and leave the car runnin' (Skrrt)
Yeah, tie your hair up, leave it messy (Leave it messy)
Ayy, how you make it look so sexy? (So sexy) That type of shit, it impress me
Ayy, hop in the foreign, 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 you (Let me show you)
Ride out, be my backseat driver (Be my backseat driver)
And, baby, I fuck with you and I ain't no liar (And I ain't no liar)
You know what I wanna do, backseat driver (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Writer(s): Randarius Caruthers
