Corrección Letra Need Me par FMB DZ

Featuring(s) : AllStar JR, BandGang Lonnie Bands, Janell & ShredGang Mone

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Letra

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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