Backstreets song lyrics by Don Toliver
I Met Her Last Week (Last Week)
Slidin’ Through The Cold Backstreets (Cold Backstreets, Brr)
I Don’t Know You, Ho, But You Knowin’ Me (Knowin’ Me)
I Saw You Put Away Your Foreign Key (Foreign Key, Yeah, Can I?)
Can I Get Your Number? (Number)
I’ma Hit You Up (Uh)
We Can Link All Summer And Go And Fu*k It Up (Uh)
Girl, You Got Me Drunk, I Need It In A Rush (Uh)
Can You Fu*k It Up? (Uh) Can You Fu*k It Up? (Uh)
Can You Fu*k It Up? Yeah
Can You Fu*k It Up? (Bet You Can’t)
Take You Out Of Town Girl, Can You Fu*k It Up?
I’ma Take You ’round, Girl, I’ma Fu*k It Up (Baby, I’ma)
Hit You From The Back In My Maybach Truck
Can You Fu*k It Up?
Want Me To Be Your Backstreet Boy, Girl, Let’s Get In Sync
You Don’t Wanna Know What You Need, Locked Up In A Maybach Seat
And I’m Ridin’ With My Piece, Beat The Pu*sy Up, R.I.P.
But Don’t Hold Back, Baby, Unleash
You Was Splashin’, It Ain’t No Lease
Took Enough Time Off, Where You Goin’? Where You Been?
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
Let You Heat The Summer, Chain Cold Just Like Winter
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
Grab Tight, Hold On Like A Leash, Ah
Know The Life I Live Ain’t Simple
I Can’t Help Myself, Girl, I Need Your Help
Cooking That Special, This Ain’t Self-serve
See The Cops Over By The Light, Hit It By The Next Turn
Runnin’ Back, Let Me Do It For Ya, Ain’t No Pressure
I Met Her Last Week (Last Week)
Slidin’ Through The Cold Backstreets (Cold Backstreets, Brr)
I Don’t Know You, Ho, But You Knowin’ Me (Knowin’ Me)
I Saw You Put Away Your Foreign Key (Foreign Key, Can I?)
Can I Get Your Number? (Number)
I’ma Hit You Up (Uh)
We Can Link All Summer And Go And Fu*k It Up (Uh)
Girl, You Got Me Drunk, I Need It In A Rush (Uh)
Can You Fu*k It Up? (Uh) Can You Fu*k It Up? (Woah)
Can You Fu*k It Up? Yeah
Can You Fu*k It Up? (Bet You Can’t)
Take You Out Of Town Girl, Can You Fu*k It Up? (Oh, Baby)
I’ma Take You ’round, Girl, I’ma Fu*k It Up (Baby, I’ma)
Hit You From The Back In My Maybach Truck (Oh, Oh, Oh, Baby)
Can You Fu*k It Up, Girl, Can You Fu*k It Up? (Baby, Can You? Mm)
Take You Out Of Town Girl, Can You Fu*k It Up? (Oh, Baby)
I’ma Take You ’round Girl, I’ma Fu*k It Up (Baby I’ma)
Hit You From The Back In My Maybach Truck (Oh, Oh, Oh, Baby)
Can You Fu*k It Up?
Summary
The lyrics describe a recent encounter with a woman and the immediate attraction and desire that ensued. The artist reminisces about meeting her last week in the cold backstreets, expressing interest in her despite not knowing her well initially. He asks for her number and anticipates spending the summer together, enjoying each other’s company and indulging in pleasure.
There’s a strong emphasis on physical attraction and the excitement of exploring a new relationship or encounter. The lyrics also suggest a luxurious lifestyle, with mentions of a Maybach truck and extravagant experiences, adding to the theme of indulgence and desire.
