Backseat Squash Lyrics

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Selected song name: Backseat Squash
Singer Name: C1 (LTH)
Lyrics written by: C1 (LTH)

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Yo, 3lack, what the hell man


Pretend that I like her nails, just so I can smash , I might trash
Bought 2 bells and a wap, leave, you laid out flat, khalas, bro, it's a wrap
Calamari to start a kebab , bring out a rinse, or jump in the cab
She's a pretty lil' thing with a back , buy me a Monc's or a brand new wap
Pretty as f**k and her friends come matchin'
If she ain't in Dior and Chanel , I know mummy hates this gang ting
I can't have my brownin' b*t*hin' as well
You see me, I roll deep with my demons , woulda thought I was living in hell
Six foot deep or locked up in jail, this typa smoke that you can't inhale
I was with Sim and our ramzy's twinnin', now I'm with Skid on the Mway p*ssin'
She ain't seen this type of living before, she thinks I'm winnin'
The VV shine got her v-string drippin' , shе can't compose herself
It's a Sprite 2 liter I'm sippin' , I just can't control myself
Any opp man see, man do , I just can't hold back myself
I ain't a kid no more I just turn on the cooker and fry myself

I don't window shop no more, walk up in Harrods and buy it myself
I don't V on my T, I can't take no L
None of my n***as them sing like Adele


Backseat squash , they don't wanna backseat squash
They think "F**k!" when they hear these back doors pop, they used to the shotgun pop
Cats line up for the rocks, TTL we ain't serving bosh

3 liter swerve in a mov , baggy in the pa**y, you know how it rocks
Backseat squash , they don't wanna backseat squash
They think "F**k!" when they hear these back doors pop, they used to the shotgun pop
Cats line up for the rocks, TTL we ain't serving bosh

3 liter swerve in a mov , baggy in the pa**y, you know how it rocks

Reload the corn in the cob
Anywhere we glide with waps, nonstop
Bop wit the ting like COD
She felt bad and she gave me the drop
She don't know what she's done
T**anic, her ship just sunk
Ra** suttin over and turn it runtz
Suttin got smoked in the field back then, but it shoulda been a headless one
If you ain't got your chest well done, do it like all of your bros and run
The last time corn got banged, it shoulda been a M, what a treacherous one
I talk wa**, uncensored stuff, anything I want is expensive love
I ain't ever seen two girls fight over a c**t both on the Tulse Hill thug
You see me I chat too much, I say I won't drink and I end up drunk
She can't handle her rum, and she can't shake what her marjay gave her
I ain't no hero, I ain't gon' save her
She a b*t*h on the loose, can't tame her


Backseat squash , they don't wanna backseat squash
They think "F**k!" when they hear these back doors pop, they used to the shotgun pop
Cats line up for the rocks, TTL we ain't serving bosh

3 liter swerve in a mov , baggy in the pa**y, you know how it rocks
Backseat squash , they don't wanna backseat squash
They think "F**k!" when they hear these back doors pop, they used to the shotgun pop
Cats line up for the rocks, TTL we ain't serving bosh

3 liter swerve in a mov , baggy in the pa**y, you know how it rocks

Yo, 3lack, what the hell man