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Hey, hey. You know I, I'm tryna put something together, uh, uh. Hey, uh. January, February too. Making these plays for you. Bringing the gang back to you. You know I need you. I'm tryna put something together 'cause I need you. Ain't nobody fucking with you, on God. January, February too. Making these plays for you. Bringing the gang back to you. You know I need you. I'm tryna put something together 'cause I need you. Ain't nobody fucking with you, on God. Hella, my baby. Shawty, you gon' be forever my Baby. Them hoes in the past, they was never My baby. Just wait 'til the day I get Bread on my baby. I'm talking I'm sending the Zeal for the nails. Waxing and texting the hair, My lil' baby. We can go Prada or we Can go Venice. Whatever you trying to wear, my Lil' baby. I come from the village. Mama name first wasn't English, but I can just Tell you're my baby. Shawty, you fine as hell, My lil' baby. Heaven must be where you fell From, my baby. Know that you tired of working The shift. You searching for ships, you wanna take Trips. You wanna cop cribs and stay in the Cribs. Want me lay up and stay in them Ribs. Baby, you like soul food. A lot on your plate and you need to Be ate. You the one I run to. You taste just like candy, think you my escape. Promise on God you gon' carry my babies. I promise on God I'ma carry the weight. Thank the state chasing the cake. Then make sure you caked up by raising the Stakes. With that water you carry between them legs, You deserve a whole house on a lake. Real ride or die, if talk come behind, you Gon' sign. pushing the gap off the brakes. On my soul, do whatever it takes. On my soul, that's my soul that you take. In the field tryna catch me a place so We can be straight. All that I'ma say. January, February too. Making these plays for you. Bringing the gang back to you. You know I need you. I'm tryna put something together 'cause I need you. Ain't nobody fucking with you, on God. Yeah, it's eight in the morning. I'm thinking about How I'ma get to this check by tomorrow. I gotta know by the end of the day If I gotta call up on my partner to Ball. Nine in the morning, you tell me good Morning. I can't even tell you I'm chasing a Dollar. Come by the morning, I gotta have stacks. It's ten in the morning, I'm chasing them racks. Eleven to twelve, I'm going through hell. I'm sitting at work, lunch still in that bag. I got some niggas hit me 'bout the gas. I tell them niggas meet me 'round the back. One PM, you sending me memes. I say LOL but ain't got time to laugh. Two PM, ain't feeling that bad. I know in an hour I'll have that cash. Three-thirty, all I'm thinking 'bout is coming home To you. I want you all to myself like It's nothing else to do. Four to five, I'm back outside and now my Budget bulletproof. Tell me what you wanna do. Fuck it when it come to you, uh. I spend my whole day stressing just tryna please You. And do it all over again, I'm cool With having amnesia. I spend my whole day stressing Just tryna keep you. I do like the sample say, ain't afraid to Say that I need you. I need you. January, February too. Making these plays for you. Bringing the gang back to you. You know I need you. I'm tryna put something together 'cause I need you. Ain't nobody fucking with you, on God. January, February too. Making these plays for you. Bringing the gang back to you. You know I need you. I'm tryna put something together 'cause I need you. Ain't nobody fucking with you, on God
Nyla Symone, Reuben Vincent, SwaVay, Ben Reilly, Honor Roll — Need You
«Need You» — Nyla Symone, Reuben Vincent, SwaVay, Ben Reilly, Honor Roll. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:18. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
