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