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Birdie
Backseat
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Backseat was released on July 24, 2025 by Birdie as a part of the album Fly Talk, Vol. 1
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AlbumFly Talk, Vol. 1
Release DateJuly 24, 2025
LabelBirdie
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdie
Birdie
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bilal Bennett
Bilal Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bilal Bennett
Bilal Bennett
Producer

Lyrics

Late nights... city lights... windows fogged up…
Sometimes the realest love don’t happen in no bedroom.
You feel me? Let’s ride…
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Backseat love with the tint rolled tight,
Shawty ridin' dirty, but it still feel right.
Heels off, lips glossed — climb up on me slow,
Say she like the view when the stars lay low.
We ain't gotta talk, just let the vibe speak,
Sweat on the glass, steamin' up the whole Jeep.
Neck kiss, wrist grip, locked in deep,
Do it how we do it — in the backseat.
(Yeah… in the backseat.)
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Pulled up slow, speakers low, lights dim,
Ain’t no reservations — we gon' dine on a whim.
She slid in the ride like she knew what it was,
Perfume hittin’ different, got me high off the buzz. (Mmm.)
Told her take the wheel — she said, “Boy, just drive,”
But the way she climbed over, had me swervin' on live.
Hands grippin’ thighs, while the city roll past,
She said, “A real one gon’ make that good love last.” (Facts.)
Ain’t no strangers to the motion in the back of the truck,
Seat laid flat — now she beggin’ for luck.
She don't trip on the flex — she want soul in the sheets,
And I give her every inch of it... in the backseat. (Wooo.)
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She whispered in my ear, said, “Slow it down, please…”
But the way she movin' tell me she don't want peace. (Nah.)
Hair pull, soft choke — lil’ bite on her lip,
She a savage in designer with a taste for the drip. (Yessir.)
Told her I don’t rush — I just study the frame,
Every curve, every moan — got me locked in the game.
No shame in her eyes, just a fire that speak,
Like she tryna make love in the middle of the street. (Go!)
Windows fogged up, world gone quiet,
Only soundtrack is the sounds of the riot.
She said, “This ain’t just sex — this is somethin’ elite,”
Told her, “It’s whatever you need… in the backseat.”
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Midnight breeze, got her skin on mine,
She ride that wave like we runnin’ outta time.
Streetlights flash, but we lost in the zone,
Touchin' on places that we don’t leave alone. (Mmm.)
Heartbeat thumpin’ like a 12-inch sub,
She don’t want flowers — she addicted to the love.
No front seats, baby — this the elite suite,
Let ‘em stare — we gon’ slide in the backseat.
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Backseat love with the tint rolled tight,
Shawty ridin' dirty, but it still feel right.
Heels off, lips glossed — climb up on me slow,
Say she like the view when the stars lay low…
Written by: Bilal Bennett

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