Lyrics Whatchu Need? - BLSM

"Muco made this!"

I feel lucky hit the blackjack table
Gimme all my chips
Like the Ritz
Do a spin
On my
Throw a fit
Baby thick
Thick just like a fable
Eat it like a bagel
I need cream
We be pushin' P
Pushin' in that D
FreakyT
Sippin' on some tea
Triple X on scene
Ecstasy
Dopamine
And some methamphetamine
If that bitch lay his hands on you
Empty magazine
If that bitch lay his hands on you
Imma intervene

Baby whatchu really need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one

They be tryna fuck with me
Tryna fuck with the team
I'm the captain of the ship
So let me tell you something
My name is Dustin, baby
It's nice to meet you baby
Put you in my phone as Carly Rae
You should call me maybe
Need a bad bitch like John Stamos
Antonym of straightly
"I can handle confrontation"
What the fuck do you be saying?
Frolicking around my mind
These old memories be replaying
Your voice became distant thoughts of mine
Voices start decaying

Let me slow it down
Let me tear it up
Sliding on this beat like a motherfucking hockey puck
Rest in piece goes to Shock G
Mr. Humpty Hump (rest in peace!)
Peel a bitches orange cap back
Shooting back at Trump
Give 'em whip-lash!
Skrrting off the map
Double tap
AK don't lack
Heard your new shit
Boy shut up
Man that shit ass (shut the fuck up!)
Better run it up
Run it up
Make that money fast (damn!)
Better count it up (annoying as fuck!)
20s, 100s in the LV bag (fuck!)

Baby whatchu need (bitch!)
A real one
A good one (yeah)
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one
Baby whatchu need
A real one
A good one