Correction Paroles Whateva You Need par Huskii

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ChillinIt:
Homegirl bought her a place with her dad and she likes the spot
But that girls got the jacks on her back as her old man still push keys like Microsoft
You raid tombs on Lara Croft, pa** the pot, pa** parcels for larger drops
Said I'd never be the dude that your father was but I've been fried to the booth like I'm Charlie Sloth
But I still go f**k while her mans asleep, she's got a package from Japan for me
B*t*h even cut a gram for me, when her mans on a trip she would straight on them strips just to dance for me
So I took her to the hoods likе Hilltop, f**king b*t*hes with the fifties and thе ziplock
Fist through the gyprock just to stop hurting, your p*ssed off fighting, sorry I'm not perfect
Stop trying I'm sorry I'm not worth it, all we ever do is collide and it's not working
Probably why I'm living my life and stay high all the time
When I'm out in the ride the cops search it
I only fall for the ones that are f**ked up, captain save a hoe
Blakey knows that he never put hands on his b*t*h, but his b*t*h still try to put the hands of the AVO
That's low blowing below the belt, wait, I don't mind she can f**k me off and tell her friends that I'm dead
I'm a dog in my head and in the end she invites me to bed to suck me off
Thats probably why I never trust a thot, it's cold hearted, she's Mozart the way that she brushed me off
I get money f**k the cops, I'm still busting a shot in the air for the love we lost
Check check, souls on a ride, raised on my real roll on my grind mull me a life and control of my spine
All backbone cause she's getting rolled till I'm high
Back and forth back and forth that confuse you, it's probably why I couldn't leave you if I choose too
Had the b*t*h playing Biggie on the bluetooth, spinnin on my d**k like ballerinas in a tutu

Hook:

You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
You Saint Laurent
Only the chronic is weed
Baby come f**k with the team, aye
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
You Saint Laurent
Only the chronic is weed
Baby come f**k with the team, aye
Huskii:

I knew that I loved her the day that I seen her
All black nails in an all black Beamer
She gots the lien I got lean on my sneakers
We eat them beans then we sleep till the evening
Her daddy say I die if I ever try leaving
I still owe g's off p's from last season
I hope he don't know his daughter caught feelings
I f**k her she screamin choke her no breathing
I f**k her while The Weeknd playin'
I gotta catch the weekend plane
XO like a Weeknd chain
I'll be back in a week don't be weak just wait
I don't even need this weight
I come here just to see your face
I swear that we should leave this place
But your dad got connections to find me and leave me waste
I don't wanna love her but I love her
I don't wanna f**k her but she back under the covers
I feel like her daddy been talking to undercovers
He stiching me up so I been doing a runner I'll never see her again
I'm still having dreams in my head of them days on the farm when I needed a bed
And your dad took me in gave me means to an end I ran off on the plug never see you again

Hook:
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
You Saint Laurent
Only the chronic is weed
Baby come f**k with the team, aye
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
You Saint Laurent
Only the chronic is weed
Baby come f**k with the team, aye
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
You Saint Laurent
Only the chronic is weed
Baby come f**k with the team, aye
You get whatever you want
You get whatever you need
You Saint Laurent
Only the chronic is weed
Baby come f**k with the team, hustle

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