Boy in the Back

In my two-piece drip, repping intravenous With the matte black seats in my whip, you seen us Ride down the boulevard, bite down, now I've eaten Boys like you for breakfast, I eat With a smile so pretty, but that smile is evil Said, my tongue so sweet, when I talk, it's lethal (That's true) Two sips, tank trips, fill my glass up, darling Drank the diesel, now the car ain't starting You know I want (Ah-ah-ah) Want what you want (Ah-ah-ah; Okay, I see you) Not like we're leavin', so It's a pity that the city never sleeps when the moon's out Boy in the back, he better run, run, run Tip of my tonguе go diddy-dum-dum-dum You want it, you need it Speed it up, slow it down, ride him to the moon now Boy in the back, hе better run, run, run Tip of my tongue go diddy-dum-dum-dum You want it, you need it It's a pity that the city never sleeps when the moon's out Rolling, Cadillac is stolen I'll ride if you control it You better give up right now Another little swig of the diesel, now I'm fuelled for the journey Eighteen, I'm legal, shagged my attorney A baby face, but a mind so dirty Little flirty, a little flirty, oh, he likes that Sun in the morning Gave you a warnin' Don't like your talking You're trippin' on me Boy in the back, he better run, run, run Tip of my tongue go diddy-dum-dum-dum You want it, you need it It's a pity that the city never sleeps when the moon's out Boy in the back, he better run, run, run Tip of my tongue go diddy-dum-dum-dum You want it, you need it Speed it up, slow it down, ride him to the moon now Singing with the sirens, now they come a little closer Swiggin' all the diesel, wipe the white that's up your nose Pretty boy, cuffed him down in the corner (Ah-ah-ah) Boy in the back of the van, it's an order (Ah-ah-ah) Don't say I didn't warn ya Speed it up, slow it down, ride him to the moon now Boy in the back, he better run, run, run Tip of my tongue go diddy-dum-dum-dum You want it (Course he wants it), you need it (Of course he does) It's a pity that the city never sleeps when the moon's out Boy in the back, he better run, run, run Tip of my tongue go diddy-dum-dum-dum You want it, you need it Speed it up, slow it down, ride him to the moon now Rolling, Cadillac is stolen I'll ride if you control it You better give up right now