Needy Bitch

Lyrics

[Intro: Girl] Hey what you doin? Yeah niggas den got fake since they got back Oh, well I was just wondering can you buy me this purse? Its Louie, yo belt Louie, so can I match yo fly sometimes? [Verse 1: Peezy] Pull up to the club in the crispest shit Lookin crispy as shit with about 50 and slip It ain't even funny hoes do the silliest shit How you gone suck a nigga dick and try and give me a kiss? I'm the nigga known for taking bitches out after work Fuck em till they fall asleep and slap the house on the 1st Kush and lean got me thinking I'm on top of the earth Gold teeth for a week, slappin shots on the vert Don't you hate when a bitch think you owe her some cho Let you fuck a couple times she think you owe her fa sho You den got a couple times she start calling for mo Stop picking up the phone she start callin ya bro You forgot when I met you, you was walking to school In the middle of the month when you was calling for food Fuck you think you talking to, baby I'm far from a fool It's Team Eastside bitch we all play by the rules [Interlude: Girl] I should have know his broke ass wasn't gone have it Let me call him and ask him can I get it Hello? Hey Where you at? You on the Warren? Come pick me up in that magnum We need to go to the set, I seen some trues I want What? You witcho bitch, the fuck that supposed to mean? [Verse 2: Team Eastside D-Nice] Two g's on the belt, two C's on the glasses So its double the trouble When you see me in traffic This ain't duck-duck-goose We just fuck them and pass em Bend em over the couch, don't fuck up the plastic Bitch I'm a savage, fuck yo lashes! I heard you was a freak and got fucked in magnums You can't get no shoes, good luck for asking Trues half way down, you got fucked in fashion I need head first bitch like it or not And all you gettin out of me is pipe and a pop Wrist game shitty, ice in the top It's the dick game really why she like to get popped I told you before, hoes ain't shit And if she ain't worth fucking then ho that bitch We can be Bonnie and Clyde, hold that clip Put these pills in yo pussy but you know thats it [Interlude: Girl] Damn, I fuck with the brokest niggas Let me call him and ask em Aye can you pay my phone bill and give me half on my rent My baby daddy been on some bullshit so You say you got the bag right Can I get half? Hello? Hello? [Verse 3: Team Eastside Snoop] Look bitch, go suck a dick I'm a real street nigga, I ain't with that sucka shit You wanna fuck the clique cause my team on? Owner tryin to put us out cause our weed strong All in the club, but yo rent due You her baby daddy, he a shrimp too Bitch who? You got me fucked up Talking bout her phone bill, so the fuck what? In the club buffed, plus my wrist icey To me another bitch, but you his wifey To me it ain't shit, but the shit triflin Watch out for the feds, them bitches inditin Watch out for these hoes, real talk Nike for the 3, pill talk Reckless on my line, deal off Cup full of lean, seal off [Interlude: Girl] Hey, what you doin? I was just callin cause I need these shoes I seen Red bottoms, spikes on em, so wassup I need a couple dollas Hair need to be done, my feet need to be done and nails So can I have the money please? Please? [Verse 4: Damedot] I can't stand a needy ass bitch Always got her hand out bitch quit asking for shit Just last week you was craving red lobster Now you on the phone telling me you need some red bottoms You need this, you need that, bitch you need a job You don't work, or go to school, you a slob Ain't tryin to do shit Ain't trying to make no money You too busy being broke with yo friends bitch you funny Talking bout you going to Wayne State next semester Bitch you ain't got two dimes to rub together Bitch quit lying, we all know the deal You just like to take shots of 18, fuck, and chill Fuck all the bullshit, bitch get some funds And stop telling me to buy clothes for your son Telling me you hate yo baby daddy and you done But you all on his dick when you see him at the club You buying fake bags from the urban connect I'm buying weight bags call it serve and collect Bitch you ain't loyal, I'mma dog you to death Cause yo lifestyle foul, bitch don't call me or text