Icewear Vezzo, Dreezy - Need Me lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo, Dreezy - Need Me lyrics]
Freaky-ass lil' bitch tellin' this bitch
She know what we
Bitch, you know what time it is
Alright, hmm, ayy, ayy (Iced Up Records)
Bitch, you need me, bitch, I
Know you need me, i make shit look easy
I'm too freezy, never cuff no breezy
I just fuck and feed 'em fuck who see me
I get sucked off G because I'm up on TV
Freaky ho, pussy 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, bitch
I'm set for leezy
Pour a pint, I sip mud like Weezy
Ghetto boy like Peezy call it quit's
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 fuck all the rats
Thirty thousand stuffed in all my pants
We throw all of that
Bitch, you need me old ghetto-ass bitch
You know, you keep callin' my phone, bitch
You know what time it is you know I
Bitch, I'm him, I ain't them
No, I ain't none of them other niggas
Know how we come for this shit, ho
Bitch, you need me freaky-ass bitch, look
Baby daddy keep callin' my phone
Better tell that nigga what we did, old bitch
You outta your mind, yeah, stand up
(Bitch, you need me)
Me and my bitch probably
Already swept your block
We finessed all the trappers
He think he the shit 'cause he paid my rent
These niggas 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, fuck it, they all bastards
(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 nigga cum for me
Lil' gutter, brown butter, cup
Look like Reeses, and my diamonds pieces
Give a fuck how old the beef
Can't talk to me like Wop did Jeezy
Fuck I look like askin' for some cash? Nigga
Need my own Visa
'Fore a lil' bitch say my name don't
Forget Big in front of Dreezy
Bitch, you need me
It's Big motherfuckin' Dreez', nigga
Put some respect on my shit
I don't even know who the fuck you
Thought you was talkin' to anyway
Goofy-ass nigga, extra-ass nigga
I ain't your old ho, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Bitch, you need me
And I don't need shit from your ass
And any, anything you do for me
Is a motherfuckin' privilege, nigga
Remember that
You know who the fuck you with, act like it
(Ho, ho) i make you look good, nigga
Bitch, you need me
She know what we
Bitch, you know what time it is
Alright, hmm, ayy, ayy (Iced Up Records)
Bitch, you need me, bitch, I
Know you need me, i make shit look easy
I'm too freezy, never cuff no breezy
I just fuck and feed 'em fuck who see me
I get sucked off G because I'm up on TV
Freaky ho, pussy 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, bitch
I'm set for leezy
Pour a pint, I sip mud like Weezy
Ghetto boy like Peezy call it quit's
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 fuck all the rats
Thirty thousand stuffed in all my pants
We throw all of that
Bitch, you need me old ghetto-ass bitch
You know, you keep callin' my phone, bitch
You know what time it is you know I
Bitch, I'm him, I ain't them
No, I ain't none of them other niggas
Know how we come for this shit, ho
Bitch, you need me freaky-ass bitch, look
Baby daddy keep callin' my phone
Better tell that nigga what we did, old bitch
You outta your mind, yeah, stand up
(Bitch, you need me)
Me and my bitch probably
Already swept your block
We finessed all the trappers
He think he the shit 'cause he paid my rent
These niggas 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, fuck it, they all bastards
(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 nigga cum for me
Lil' gutter, brown butter, cup
Look like Reeses, and my diamonds pieces
Give a fuck how old the beef
Can't talk to me like Wop did Jeezy
Fuck I look like askin' for some cash? Nigga
Need my own Visa
'Fore a lil' bitch say my name don't
Forget Big in front of Dreezy
Bitch, you need me
It's Big motherfuckin' Dreez', nigga
Put some respect on my shit
I don't even know who the fuck you
Thought you was talkin' to anyway
Goofy-ass nigga, extra-ass nigga
I ain't your old ho, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Bitch, you need me
And I don't need shit from your ass
And any, anything you do for me
Is a motherfuckin' privilege, nigga
Remember that
You know who the fuck you with, act like it
(Ho, ho) i make you look good, nigga
Bitch, you need me