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letra de need me - icewear vezzo

[intro: icewear vezzo]
freaky-ass lil’ b-tch
tellin’ this b-tch
she know what we
b-tch, you know what time it is
alright, hmm, ayy, ayy (iced up records)

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
b-tch, you need me, b-tch, i know you need me, i make sh-t look easy
i’m too freezy, never cuff no breezy, i just f-ck and feed ’em
f-ck who see me, i get sucked off g because i’m up on tv
freaky ho, p-ssy feel like fiji, i came up off keke
way too needy, but she stay on fleeky, i hit that so freely
rollie blingy, i nicknamed her trina, i’m her ghetto genie
so much paper, i just might ap me, b-tch, i’m set for leezy
pour a pint, i sip mud like weezy, ghetto boy like peezy
call it quits, then she double back just to throw it back
throw her a sack, i might quartеrback, i got all the racks
if she thick, then i might spеnd a check, i f-ck all the rats
thirty thousand stuffed in all my pants, we throw all of that

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
b-tch, you need me
old ghetto-ass b-tch
you know, you keep callin’ my phone, b-tch, you know what time it is
you know i
b-tch, i’m him, i ain’t them
no, i ain’t none of them other n-ggas
know how we come for this sh-t, ho
b-tch, you need me
freaky-ass b-tch, look
baby daddy keep callin’ my phone
better tell that n-gga what we did, old b-tch
you outta your mind, yeah, stand up (b-tch, you need me)
[verse 2: dreezy]
me and my b-tch probably already swept your block, we from that style of trappin’
he think he the sh-t ’cause he paid my rent, these n-ggas be ballin’ backwards
my shooters come fire where you post, don’t check his post, just call the pastor
i don’t even wanna claim these hoes as my son, f-ck it, they all b-st-rds (i ain’t your mama, ho)
what we talkin’ ’bout?
smoke or the d, i never run from it (nah)
couple racks, that’s hush money
under five hundred, that’s lunch money
make him crash out like a stunt dummy
this a big body, not a punch buggy
if he layin’ in my california king the only time i let a n-gga cum for me
lil’ gutter, brown b-tter, cup look like reeses, and my diamonds pieces
give a f-ck how old the beef, can’t talk to me like wop did jeezy
f-ck i look like askin’ for some cash? n-gga, need my own visa
‘fore a lil’ b-tch say my name don’t forget big in front of dreezy

[chorus: icewear vezzo & dreezy]
b-tch, you need me
it’s big motherf-ckin’ dreez’, n-gga
put some respect on my sh-t
i don’t even know who the f-ck you thought you was talkin’ to anyway
goofy-ass n-gga, extra-ass n-gga
i ain’t your old ho, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout?
b-tch, you need me
and i don’t need sh-t from your ass
and any, anything you do for me is a motherf-ckin’ privilege, n-gga, remember that
you know who the f-ck you with, act like it (ho, ho)
i make you look good, n-gga
b-tch, you need me

- icewear vezzo

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