Backstreets

 
D D Am             E 
        I met her last week 
                           Em 
Slidin' through  the cold backstreets 
              Am 
I don't know  ho you, but you knowin' me 

 I saw you put away your foreign key 

 
    Em 
Can    I get your number? 
 E 
I'ma hit you up 
                 D 
We can link all summer and go and f* ck it up 
 Am 
Girl,  you got me drunk, I need it in a rush 

Can  you f* ck it up? can you f* ck it up? 
              E 
Can you f* ck   it up? Yeah 

Can you f* ck it up? 
                 E 
Take you out of town girl, can  you f* ck it  up? 
           A                            Am 
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma f* ck  it up 

Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck 

Can you f* ck it up? 




Want me to be your Backstreet Boy, girl, let's get in sync 
     D                     Em                        Am 
You don't wanna know what you need,  locked up in a Maybach seat 

And I'm ridin' with my piece, beat the pussy up, R. I. P. 

But don't hold back, baby, unleash 

You  was splashin', it ain't no lease 
              Em 
Took  enough time off, where you goin'? Where you been? 
 D              Em                Am 
Lifestyle full  of sins, but you heaven- sent, oh 

You know who to come to when you feel it all cave in 

When you know you need savin', I'm the one you put your faith in 
 D 
Let you heat the summer, chain cold just like winter 
 D          Em                     Am 
Real trees just like timber, need   a band that match my tempo 

Glad  I kept your info, backseat, tryna see  what it's hittin' for 
                                   E 
Grab tight, hold on like a leash, ah 
                  Em 
Know the life  I live ain't simple 
              Am 
I can't help myself, girl,  I need your help 

Cooking that special,  this ain't self-  serve 
                                 E 
See the cops over by the light, hit it by the next turn 
         Em                                  Am 
Runnin' back, let me do it for ya, ain't no pressure 

 

I met her last week 

Slidin' through the cold backstreets 

I don't know ho you, but you knowin' me 
                         D 
I saw you put away your foreign key 

Can I get your number? 
                  D 
And I'ma hit you up 
        Em                         Am 
We can link all summer and go and  f* ck it up 

Girl, you got me drunk,  I need it in a rush 

Can you f* ck it up? Can you f* ck it up? 
 E 
Can you f* ck it up? Yeah 

Can you f* ck it up? 
                      Em                      A 
Take you out of town girl, can  you f* ck it up? 
                                     Am 
I'ma take you 'round, girl, I'ma f*  ck it up 

Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck 

Can you f* ck it up, girl, can you f* ck it up? 
 E               Em 
Take you out of town girl, can  you f* ck it up? 
           Am 
I'ma take you 'round girl, I'ma f* ck it up 

Hit you from the back in my Maybach truck 
        E Em Am 
Can you         f* ck it up?