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I Need More

I Need More

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作詞 Christian Ward/Nicholas Ryan Baker/Rakim Hasheem Allen/Samuel Jimenez

作曲 Christian Ward/Nicholas Ryan Baker/Rakim Hasheem Allen/Samuel Jimenez

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Got it on smash Girl you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level Yeah He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah) Girl you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel Pockets swole (But I need more) Wrist on froze (But I need more) Copped the Rolls (But I need more) Yeah Who would have ever thought I would be here Sitting and rapping and makin' these millions When I was just posing up all on the block I was trappin' right in front of them buildings My momma said boy you keep stressin' me out Too caught up in these streets, they gon' kill you And she put me right out in the streets When she said I would die, no I ain't got no feelings Drop the top, no I ain't got no ceilings I got my Glock when I walk in the building Got a bad bitch and she when I'm coming She know I'm one hundred, she know I'm the realest I get a check, she help me count it up All of these hundreds, yeah we add it up We be just poppin' them tags, yeah I don't give a fuck what your dad say? haha You was fuckin' all those lames Fuckin' all them lames way before you met me But you know they ain't better than me They ain't fuckin' that check up like me Don't get that pussy wetter than me Yeah, them niggas ain't flexin' like me I'm the one that invest in your goals Keep it real girl, you already know He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah) Girl you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel Pockets swole (But I need more) Wrist on froze (But I need more) Copped the Rolls (But I need more) Yeah But I need more All these niggas, they hatin' us All of these bitches they hatin' us Bullets see all different flavors Gucci in all diffrent flavors When we be fuckin', I beat that shit down You be screamin' so loud wake your neighbors I hit it good, you say daddy so good I swear I need that right when I'm waking up Get you a bust down, young nigga up now I just my go by that Lambo' (Truck now) All of these bad lil bitches want (Fuck now) We caught an opp outta bounce after (Sun down) Brr, brr, brr I still pull up with the stick My lil bitch she super thick Give me that pussy now she lit I put that ice on her wrist I got her pullin' up in all them foreign Fuck that lil lame nigga he was boring We he had you he didn't know what he was doing I'm the one that invest in you goals I'm the one put that dick your soul Keep it real girl you already know He can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better (Yeah) Girl you can't flex, you know your ex ain't on my level This shit keep comin', I keep hunnids on my schedule Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel Pockets swole (But I need more) Wrist on froze (But I need more) Copped the Rolls (But I need more) Yeah But I need more (He didn't know what he was doing)
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