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Need Me
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FMB DZ
Featuring(s) : AllStar JR, BandGang Lonnie Bands, Janell & ShredGang Mone
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Nothing's easy, lately I been slacking Profits ain't twitching forth Slanging pills, pimping these ho's All this work don't give me hope (hey yeah) Yeah I'm busy but I still don't need no co-defendent Don't play me like a ho bitch you know I'm eating it We gon' keep calling this shit long as they keep printing it And we gon' send them through the mail 'cause the keep shipping It ain't a dollar at a bitch, it's real pimping With this 40 hell yeah but I hit a nigga If you don't wanna die please don't defend a nigga You was not no savage please don't pretend my nigga I got black for you needle heads, time for you snorters I been thinking 'bout getting my ese across the border Man we in the biz, drinking lean like it's water Pure Blue, imagine, nigga I ain't hitting it with no water nigga Nothing's easy, lately I been slacking Profits ain't twitching forth Slagging pills, pimping these ho's All this work don't give me hope (hey yeah) I don't fabricate, I tell the truth I don't exaggerate Let it escalate send that nigga straight to heaven's gate We got prim and K heartbeat on that inner stage Stash a hundred K for a motherfuckin' rainy day Got her out the mud, except the mud will slip the pain away I be out the way for my niggas they got locked away Bought a Glock today, it ain't safe to throw a chalk this way Plot like MJ when I shoot and they fade away I'm a business man, got her working like a fitness plan Then I bit the hand, i'm 100 times a hundred grams Caught me warm pants I spread the haul minivan Niggas plan on my downfall, i'm a miniman Nothing's easy, lately I been slacking Profits ain't twitching forth Slagging pills, pimping these ho's All this work don't give me hope (hey yeah) Lost friends ain't cash, need the paper back Cheers to all them broke ass nights, because it made me that Yellow nigga with the nappy dreads and I post straps Green beam on the front, this ain't laser tag Feels step to the renoir and I pray that we make it Man these nigga want you dead or in jail, with their hating ass They have a glow and dust I wish I could take it back, make Him wave his arms up, like a majorette You know I keep that bitch on me, that's a major fact Fuck the ho's niggas in the street be the majorettes Doing turnarounds and I'm coming back with like 80 cash In the kitchen with them gloves all giving babys a bath Get a package, I'm a master with them extra O's Need work I come to you, I need extra bro Rose gold, yellow gold and a bezel blown NIgga reach for these I'm blowing C's out this cantaloupe Bitch left her dog I need to puss like hell Fuck her they had a son that ain't look like him Like Jim couldn't really do the books like that Knew how to sell before I learnt to cook like that Bitch, need to pleased by a bitch before I drop dick I can't even breathe on a bitch who ain't got shit We be high as hell in the field on some hot shit Zay how the fuck you spin the wheel with that chopstick (nigga) Nothing's easy, lately I been slacking Profits ain't twitching forth Slagging pills, pimping these ho's All this work don't give me hope (hey yeah)
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