Need It In My Life

Crooked I & Juvenile & Mannie Fresh - Rap, Hip-Hop
Need It In My Life
2 Plays
Lyrics
[Intro: Crooked I] (Sonic Solutions) (Yeah) (Let's go) [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] Fresh, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh (Mama's Boy, the debut album) Fresh, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh Fresh, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh (The autobiography drops this year) Fresh, Fresh, Fresh, Fresh (Crooked I, long awaited LP) I'ma buy cars I'ma get clothes I'ma rock jewels I'ma fuck hoes I'ma smoke weed Got a lot of drinks Steppin' out; gators Coca-Cola mink [Juvenile & Crooked I] I need it in my life (Me too, nigga) I want it in my life (Gotta have it, baby) Come put it in my life (It's Crooked I, nigga) I'ma keep it in my life (Dynasty) [Verse 1: Juvenile] It's that nigga, Juve, from the Magnolia, still loc'n You hoes know what's happenin' with me, bust that pussy open Loose titty, loose booty, round down and up (If a gangsta can't touch it, what you bouncin' it for) Now give me leeway, watch how a G play Watch how my name get caught up in the he and she say It's UTP day, we what the streets made They represent us when they hear us at the DJ's (Dynasty, nigga) Break bread with me, nigga, is you mad with me? Thought we was people, y'all supposed to spend ya cash with me I mean ya last with me, hold me down Give me a whip, give me a bitch, and let her blow me down (Juve) I'm so gutter, I'm so slick, I'm so grimy I promise you something and I bet you ya don't find me Look, I'ma eat, purchase whatever I please CO, give me the keys or a brick, I need two of these! [Chorus] [Mannie Fresh] I'ma buy cars I'ma get clothes I'ma rock jewels I'ma fuck hoes I'ma smoke weed Got a lot of drinks Steppin' out; gators Coca-Cola mink (Young Boss, volume one) [Juvenile & Crooked I] I need it in my life (Me too, nigga) I want it in my life (Gotta have it, baby) Come put it in my life (It's Crooked I, nigga) I'ma keep it in my life (Dynasty) [Verse 2: Crooked I] Crooked I is O-Dog, Doughboy and a little bit of Bishop Rocket in Colors and Bumpy Johnson, all mixed up... In one, that'll get you hit up more See I'm what happens when have to raise your kid up poor We tearin' shit up more, can you see me in a Dodger beanie Drivin' a Lamborghini with the lift up doors? Plus, I keeps me a nice burner, rockin' a white T-shirt over my Ike Turner, that's a wife beater This is mic murder You dudes might need us The game might serve ya We roll with 5 heaters We sippin' Hennessy, that's the block remedy Haters in the spa, I'ma need you to stop grillin' me I'm not industry, the Glock tend to be ready... To scatter and drop enemies, no matter the proximity You not feelin' me, this ain't a mafuckin' movie I need it in my life like Juve, let's get it
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- Crooked I