I Need (feat. J-Lamo)
I need some mother fuckin' liquor, I need some weed i need them cones i need some filters
I need 100 fuckin' million and my niggas
Pray to god like everyday nobody kill em'
Feelin' like I'm God's son yeh it was written
Smokey Jonez a big dog i like her kitten
I let roll all round that pearl n French kiss her
She like it deep she like it slow, that pussy grippin'
Bitch I'm Jordan to yo Pippen
Fuck dawg, Aye you and that bitch can fuck off
Love y'all, I'm more salty that's Bucks lost
What you mean that ain't foul, Ref gon' get cussed out
I get the ball n throw it up now it's a touchdown, then I throw up where I'm from now
Hold up coulda' saw a four get thrown up
Thought I seen yo' ass on 39th, I was on both of em'
I need some cash i need some cribs i need some business
I need to live everyday like it was Christmas
I need yo bitch to move away cause she look tempting
I need some smoke I need some throat I need some Henny
I need this music shit to come into fruition
I need it tucked away for kids I need a pension
I need it all think big not small I need the riches
I need it all for me not for attention
Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling I'm a roller
I can't even remember the last time I was sober
Please proceed with caution if you tryna' get closer
Once you get up in my way I'm bout to run you niggas over
Beat the pussy up, cause she got that super soaker
Gotta' keep my lining crispy like I popped up out the toaster
All that small talk, you just like to run yo motor
I don't take you serious, hahaha like I'm the Joker
You ain't balling, you're a poser
I got range, but not a Rover
Imma' dunk the ball so hard up in that bitch she on a poster
Oh my God
They like Lamo why you acting so bipolar
I don't play no games, but you see the way that I control her
I need a, I need a freak hoe
And she gon' give me sloppy toppy when she deep throat.
And she so bad, she be like please do not compare us
She do my dishes, wash my clothes, and twist my hair up(yop)
I need some cash i need some cribs i need some business
I need to live everyday like it was Christmas
I need yo bitch to move away cause she look tempting
I need some smoke I need some throat I need some Henny
I need this music shit to come into fruition
I need it tucked away for kids I need a pension
I need it all think big not small I need the riches
I need it all for me not for attention
I need 100 fuckin' million and my niggas
Pray to god like everyday nobody kill em'
Feelin' like I'm God's son yeh it was written
Smokey Jonez a big dog i like her kitten
I let roll all round that pearl n French kiss her
She like it deep she like it slow, that pussy grippin'
Bitch I'm Jordan to yo Pippen
Fuck dawg, Aye you and that bitch can fuck off
Love y'all, I'm more salty that's Bucks lost
What you mean that ain't foul, Ref gon' get cussed out
I get the ball n throw it up now it's a touchdown, then I throw up where I'm from now
Hold up coulda' saw a four get thrown up
Thought I seen yo' ass on 39th, I was on both of em'
I need some cash i need some cribs i need some business
I need to live everyday like it was Christmas
I need yo bitch to move away cause she look tempting
I need some smoke I need some throat I need some Henny
I need this music shit to come into fruition
I need it tucked away for kids I need a pension
I need it all think big not small I need the riches
I need it all for me not for attention
Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling I'm a roller
I can't even remember the last time I was sober
Please proceed with caution if you tryna' get closer
Once you get up in my way I'm bout to run you niggas over
Beat the pussy up, cause she got that super soaker
Gotta' keep my lining crispy like I popped up out the toaster
All that small talk, you just like to run yo motor
I don't take you serious, hahaha like I'm the Joker
You ain't balling, you're a poser
I got range, but not a Rover
Imma' dunk the ball so hard up in that bitch she on a poster
Oh my God
They like Lamo why you acting so bipolar
I don't play no games, but you see the way that I control her
I need a, I need a freak hoe
And she gon' give me sloppy toppy when she deep throat.
And she so bad, she be like please do not compare us
She do my dishes, wash my clothes, and twist my hair up(yop)
I need some cash i need some cribs i need some business
I need to live everyday like it was Christmas
I need yo bitch to move away cause she look tempting
I need some smoke I need some throat I need some Henny
I need this music shit to come into fruition
I need it tucked away for kids I need a pension
I need it all think big not small I need the riches
I need it all for me not for attention
Credits
Writer(s): Tiondre Roberts
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