I Need That
feat. Bas
I need that
That pussy I need that
That good weed
I need that
Nigga I need that I need that
Yo' feed back don't need that
You bitches
You ain't shit, I swear you think you poppin'
Cause you instagram famous
This ain't the fuckin' same kid
You was fucking with me
I sat back didn't say shit
Now I done lost my patients, ugh
Well if you ask me how I'm livin' I'm just livin' life
From South Central to the waters where these kids reside
I'm a South Central LA nigga just a different type
Went to [?] so the homies think I'm getting white
Hit the beach at day
Then I'm back at 65th at night
Bitch I ain't complaining I just really have to shed some light
Still leave the crib and make sure I don't forget the knife
The Knife got me feeling like I'm superman
But praying I don't run into a crip tonight
That orange nike sign looking red in a different light
Niggas rather kill than fight
Familiar faces drown me but that attitude swi-switch at times
Ha, 'lotta pain 'lotta funerals here
I'm still standing like I just lost in musical chairs
Praying that my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Fill to the brim, brim, brim, brim, brim, brim
I need that
I need that
That pussy I need that
That real shit, they need that
I got you, you need that
I need that
Yo' feed back, don't need that
Liquor I need that
That good weed I need that
Yo' feed back don't need that
I need that
That pussy I need that
That good weed
I need that
Nigga I need that I need that
Yo' feed back don't need that
You bitches
You ain't shit, I swear you think you poppin'
Cause you instagram famous
This ain't the fuckin' same kid
You was fucking with me
I sat back didn't say shit
Now I done lost my patients, ugh
Well if you ask me how I'm livin' I'm just livin' life
From South Central to the waters where these kids reside
I'm a South Central LA nigga just a different type
Went to [?] so the homies think I'm getting white
Hit the beach at day
Then I'm back at 65th at night
Bitch I ain't complaining I just really have to shed some light
Still leave the crib and make sure I don't forget the knife
The Knife got me feeling like I'm superman
But praying I don't run into a crip tonight
That orange nike sign looking red in a different light
Niggas rather kill than fight
Familiar faces drown me but that attitude swi-switch at times
Ha, 'lotta pain 'lotta funerals here
I'm still standing like I just lost in musical chairs
Praying that my cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup
Fill to the brim, brim, brim, brim, brim, brim
I need that
I need that
That pussy I need that
That real shit, they need that
I got you, you need that
I need that
Yo' feed back, don't need that
Liquor I need that
That good weed I need that
Yo' feed back don't need that
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Cody Rashad Osagie
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