CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Need Me
Freaky-ass lil' b*t*h
Tellin' this b*t*h
She know what we
b*t*h, you know what time it is
Alright, hmm, ayy, ayy (Iced Up Records)
b*t*h, you need me, b*t*h, I know you need me, I make sh*t look easy
I'm too freezy, never cuff no breezy, I just f**k and feed 'em
f**k who see me, I get sucked off G because I'm up on TV
Freaky ho, pu**y feel like Fiji, I came up off KeKe
Way too needy, but she stay on fleeky, I hit that so freely
Rollie blingy, I nicknamed her Trina, I'm her ghetto genie
So much paper, I just might AP me, b*t*h, I'm set for leezy
Pour a pint, I sip mud like Weezy, ghetto boy like Peezy
Call it quits, then she double back just to throw it back
Throw her a sack, I might quartеrback, I got all the racks
If she thick, then I might spеnd a check, I f**k all the rats
Thirty thousand stuffed in all my pants, we throw all of that
b*t*h, you need me
Old ghetto-ass b*t*h
You know, you keep callin' my phone, b*t*h, you know what time it is
You know I
b*t*h, I'm him, I ain't them
No, I ain't none of them other n***as
Know how we come for this sh*t, ho
b*t*h, you need me
Freaky-ass b*t*h, look
Baby daddy keep callin' my phone
Better tell that n***a what we did, old b*t*h
You outta your mind, yeah, stand up (b*t*h, you need me)
Me and my b*t*h probably already swept your block, we finessed all the trappers
He think he the sh*t 'cause he paid my rent, these n***as be ballin' backwards
My shooters come fire where you post, don't check his post, just call the pastor
I don't even wanna claim these hoes as my son, f**k it, they all b*st*rds (I ain't your mama, ho)
What we talkin' 'bout?
Smoke or the D, I never run from it (Nah)
Couple racks, that's hush money
Under five hundred, that's lunch money
Make him crash out like a stunt dummy
This a big body, not a punch buggy
If he layin' in my California king the only time I let a n***a c*m for me
Lil' gutter, brown butter, cup look like Reeses, and my diamonds pieces
Give a f**k how old the beef, can't talk to me like Wop did Jeezy
f**k I look like askin' for some cash? n***a, need my own Visa
'Fore a lil' b*t*h say my name don't forget Big in front of Dreezy
b*t*h, you need me
It's Big motherf**kin' Dreez', n***a
Put some respect on my sh*t
I don't even know who the f**k you thought you was talkin' to anyway
Goofy-ass n***a, extra-ass n***a
I ain't your old ho, f**k you talkin' 'bout?
b*t*h, you need me
And I don't need sh*t from your ass
And any, anything you do for me is a motherf**kin' privilege, n***a, remember that
You know who the f**k you with, act like it (Ho, ho)
I make you look good, n***a
b*t*h, you need me
Tellin' this b*t*h
She know what we
b*t*h, you know what time it is
Alright, hmm, ayy, ayy (Iced Up Records)
b*t*h, you need me, b*t*h, I know you need me, I make sh*t look easy
I'm too freezy, never cuff no breezy, I just f**k and feed 'em
f**k who see me, I get sucked off G because I'm up on TV
Freaky ho, pu**y feel like Fiji, I came up off KeKe
Way too needy, but she stay on fleeky, I hit that so freely
Rollie blingy, I nicknamed her Trina, I'm her ghetto genie
So much paper, I just might AP me, b*t*h, I'm set for leezy
Pour a pint, I sip mud like Weezy, ghetto boy like Peezy
Call it quits, then she double back just to throw it back
Throw her a sack, I might quartеrback, I got all the racks
If she thick, then I might spеnd a check, I f**k all the rats
Thirty thousand stuffed in all my pants, we throw all of that
b*t*h, you need me
Old ghetto-ass b*t*h
You know, you keep callin' my phone, b*t*h, you know what time it is
You know I
b*t*h, I'm him, I ain't them
No, I ain't none of them other n***as
Know how we come for this sh*t, ho
b*t*h, you need me
Freaky-ass b*t*h, look
Baby daddy keep callin' my phone
Better tell that n***a what we did, old b*t*h
You outta your mind, yeah, stand up (b*t*h, you need me)
Me and my b*t*h probably already swept your block, we finessed all the trappers
He think he the sh*t 'cause he paid my rent, these n***as be ballin' backwards
My shooters come fire where you post, don't check his post, just call the pastor
I don't even wanna claim these hoes as my son, f**k it, they all b*st*rds (I ain't your mama, ho)
What we talkin' 'bout?
Smoke or the D, I never run from it (Nah)
Couple racks, that's hush money
Under five hundred, that's lunch money
Make him crash out like a stunt dummy
This a big body, not a punch buggy
If he layin' in my California king the only time I let a n***a c*m for me
Lil' gutter, brown butter, cup look like Reeses, and my diamonds pieces
Give a f**k how old the beef, can't talk to me like Wop did Jeezy
f**k I look like askin' for some cash? n***a, need my own Visa
'Fore a lil' b*t*h say my name don't forget Big in front of Dreezy
b*t*h, you need me
It's Big motherf**kin' Dreez', n***a
Put some respect on my sh*t
I don't even know who the f**k you thought you was talkin' to anyway
Goofy-ass n***a, extra-ass n***a
I ain't your old ho, f**k you talkin' 'bout?
b*t*h, you need me
And I don't need sh*t from your ass
And any, anything you do for me is a motherf**kin' privilege, n***a, remember that
You know who the f**k you with, act like it (Ho, ho)
I make you look good, n***a
b*t*h, you need me
