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what you need - fl lotto lyrics

[intro]
from the stove to all this gold that’s up on my wrist
i’m feeling good, i just might f-ck yo b-tch
nice fit, plus the game is priceless
turn this sh-t into an exorcism, suck the soul out my d-ck
i tried to find the chill i think i lost in the liq
i’m feeling good, i just might f-ck yo b-tch
thick thighs, long hair, nice lips
i swear to god man i ain’t never had no p-ssy like this

[verse 1]
f-ck you and, that new n-gga that you mess with
i’m kinda glad me and my ex split
cause now i’m f-cking b-tches that’ll make a normal n-gga bust quick
my chocolate in they mouth like some nesquick
let’s get back to the money though, i’m dealing
i’m counting on my flow to make it stack up to the ceiling
…ha, now that’s irony
the piggies squealing, they’ve been eyeing me
the only me you know is the higher me, hire me if you need a supplier of that fire please
i’m tryna be the one with all the zeroes, call it binary
i’mma be the black sheep making black eyed peas money after imma be
i can go off on tangents and get a cosine from anyone
lotto big with the white girl’s, call him forever 21
and, a n-gga ain’t even 21 yet but i still set it off don’t get him upset

[bridge]
i’m jet set, and i’m lifted, and i’m gone
i don’t need me a prescription to stay gifted off of that strong
and i know that you heard bout me, soon you gon’ see bout that hype
and i know that you look good but i still can’t make you my wife
girl you need you some pipe, yeah (x2)
said my d-ck like a snipe-r, hit you from long range when i hit from the bike
you need this in yo life, you need this in yo life
girl you need you some pipe

[hook]
i got what you need for the night
what you need for the night, girl
i got what you need for the night
what you need for the night
what you need for the (x2)

i got tree, i got light
i got lean, i got sprite
i got perc, i got white
what you need for the night, what you need for the night?
(x2)

[outro: alex davis]
from the stove to all the gold that’s all up on my wrist
i’m feeling good, i just might f-ck yo b-tch
ya, ya, ya

from the stove to all the gold that’s all up on my wrist
i’m feeling good, ya i just might f-ck yo b-tch
yaaaa

i just might f-ck your b-tch

- fl lotto lyrics

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