LYRICS: Kid Tini – Backseat ft. Manny Yack
[Chorus: Manny Yack]
How long it took you to fit in them jeans?
Don’t even think we’ll make it to the crib
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that front seat and that backseat mmh-mmh
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that backseat and that front seat uh
Ubuhle be front page ye magazines
Iskhumba esingathi usigeze ngobisi
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that front seat and that backseat mmh-mmh
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that backseat and that front seat uh
[Verse 1; Kid Tini]
Look I know that there’s rules to adhere to
But I might have a bottle in here
Excuse me, I don’t mean to be weird
I just really like how you appear
You’re somebody Mrs? That’s none of my business
Nd’yavuma nami andi’kuphikisi
Apha angak’yisi khona mina ndak’fikisa
Push you beyond all your clitoral limits
I promise I won’t disappear
I promise, ain’t nothing to fear
She sat in the back as she played with her (Uuh)
I seen her through the rear view mirror
I think that the message is clear
Go tell your man that I got it from here
Fuck her so good, shorty shedding a tear
While the security try interfere
Meanwhile all I wanna know is
[Chorus: Manny Yack]
How long it took you to fit in them jeans?
Don’t even think we’ll make it to the crib
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that front seat and that backseat mmh-mmh
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that backseat and that front seat uh
Ubuhle be front page ye magazines
Iskhumba esingathi usigeze ngobisi
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that front seat and that backseat mmh-mmh
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that backseat and that front seat uh
[Verse 2; Kid Tini]
Shorty got me all the way gone
Shorty eat it all the way home
Giving me top and she wanna get on top
Told me “When I’m on boy I wanna stay on”
Say less, all you gotta do is say yes
Half an hour later, we ain’t took a break yet
All she want’s a good time and some great sex
I give her both ’cause we’re on the same wavelength
Pretty little missy and she pricky with the titties
Gotta lick her from the kitty, shorty stay wet
Manzi liyavusa
Knockin’ on wood, do it so good she deserve a pay cheque
I know she a bad I ain’t mad at her
‘Cause I got her on all fours
She arching her back and look back at me
Then she say “Daddy, It’s yours”
“It’s yours” Yeah
[Chorus: Manny Yack]
How long it took you to fit in them jeans?
Don’t even think we’ll make it to the crib
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that front seat and that backseat mmh-mmh
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that backseat and that front seat uh
Ubuhle be front page ye magazines
Iskhumba esingathi usigeze ngobisi
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that front seat and that backseat mmh-mmh
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that backseat and that front seat uh
How long it took you to fit in them jeans?
Don’t even think we’ll make it to the crib
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that front seat and that backseat mmh-mmh
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that backseat and that front seat uh
Ubuhle be front page ye magazines
Iskhumba esingathi usigeze ngobisi
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that front seat and that backseat mmh-mmh
Got me thinkin’ ’bout that backseat and that front seat uh
