paroles de chanson Need Me - Honchoknock

Yeah
Believe me
You gotta believe me
Fucking with a Dreezy
Might fuck her to some Weezy
Trap or Die like Jeezy

You gotta believe me
Don't want her if she need me
I need me a dreezy
Might fuck her to some weezy
Talking bout she leaving
I don't believe it
Can't stress it cause my life been full of blessings
Like I'm sneezing
No matter the season
It's trap or die like Jeezy
I can't fuck a broke bitch
Cause broke hoes be needy
Cant let em deceive me
Between the lines I'm reading
10 toes down
I'm down to push up if you need me

I done got so high the weed fucking with my breathing
They hate on me because of all the shit we been achieving
The Situation sour watch I up it
Get to squeezing
No co defendant cause they hear the numbers
Get to singing
If you cant put money on the table
What you bringing
They only wanna come around
When they see you eating
Time it get rough
They get to giving up & leaving
Don't tell you got love for me if you don't know the meaning

A Bad Bitch with her own money
That's my only weakness
Down to blow on that bitch if she get freaky
Bipolar save my number, get mad at me
Then delete it
I love it when I'm wanted
But hate it when I'm needed

I know that she don't need me
Her bag made by Gucci
She bad just like Riri
Might fuck her to some Lucci
Say she from the other side
Grew up on that Boosie
Let her hold my strap cause she won't hesitate to use it
Hit 20 East, pick up my box and then I'm leaving
Duffel bag filler
To the paper I be speeding
Never been a follower
Cause niggas be misleading
If you tryna roll
You know I got what you needing

Lately
I been on the fuck shit
I been tryna tell em Im the wrong one to fuck wit
I'm like a heat seeker
Can't dodge or duck this
Walk in the function I'm clutching
Ain gotta tuck shit
Say they gone take what
They ain't gone touch shit
I put my boys on ya head
Get ya touched quick
Niggas pop that tough shit
They really better be about it
Cause soon as they mention us
We popping out to see about it
How you motionless but you claiming that you popping
Top floor shit
And these niggas ain't never topping
Two-tone taurus
Tucked inside my pocket
Turn that boy into a headline
And tell em read about it

You gotta believe me
Don't want her if she need me
I need me a dreezy
Might fuck her to some weezy
Talking bout she leaving
I don't believe it
Can't stress it cause my life been full of blessings
Like I'm sneezing
No matter the season
It's trap or die like Jeezy
I can't fuck a broke bitch
Cause broke hoes be needy
Cant let em deceive me
Between the lines I'm reading
10 toes down
I'm down to push up if you need me

I know that she don't need me
Her bag made by Gucci
She bad just like Riri
Might fuck her to some Lucci
Say she from the other side
Grew up on that Boosie
Let her hold my strap cause she won't hesitate to use it