Mellow Don Picasso, Mo$hpit Cindy - Everything You Need lyrics
[Mellow Don Picasso, Mo$hpit Cindy - Everything You Need lyrics]
Baby you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing nah
Baby you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing nah
Ooouuu, aaahhhh
Baby you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout a thing nah
Lemme give you what you need
I might fuck around
And put you on a diamond ring yea
Lemme show you I’m for real
Call me every hour like I’m fucking around
You got all this shit confused
I be out of town get the bag and I’m out
Tryna bring it home to you
And baby girl you so damn fine
Like you should be probably doin’ time
Stop that fakin’ let’s get naked
And like a plumber you gon’ gett this pipe
And there ain’t no other nigga
That can try and replace my love
Cause she know fuckin’ with me is a dub
Birthday suit, shawty lemme eat
The birth cake up sweet it make my tooth
Achе up (yeah) baby you ain’t gotta
Worry ‘bout a thing nah
Lemme givе you what you need
I might fuck around
And put you on a diamond ring yea
Lemme show you I’m for real
Call me every hour like I’m fucking around
You got all this shit confused
I be out of town get the bag and I’m out
Tryna bring it home to you
You’re the type
I really wanna’ make a deal for type of guy
I wanna get up all up in my feels for
Strike an eye and I know all these hunnies
Seeing it that’s why I’m blowin’ up
Your phone got you receiving
All this love I got for you
I’m tryna rock with you so nigga focus on me
Wanna get down paint a smile up on your face
Then baby we paint the town
Take you all the way to England
Baby ima’ make it pound on you
Make your head spin a little just times two
You know that I like it when
You call me your boo i’m your boo
Go get your bag babe
I’m not gonna be the one to stand up
In your way just know I’m ready
At the end of the day baby you ain’t gotta
Worry ‘bout a thing nah
Lemme give you what you need
I might fuck around
And put you on a diamond ring yea
Lemme show you I’m for real
Call me every hour like I’m fucking around
You got all this shit confused
I be out of town get the bag and I’m out
Tryna bring it home to you
And I hate it when you fight
And then you fuss i think I’ve had enough
Cause I ain’t really into that stuff
Just know I’m ready at the end of the day
Baby you ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing nah
Ooouuu, aaahhhh
Baby you ain’t gotta worry ‘bout a thing nah
Lemme give you what you need
I might fuck around
And put you on a diamond ring yea
Lemme show you I’m for real
Call me every hour like I’m fucking around
You got all this shit confused
I be out of town get the bag and I’m out
Tryna bring it home to you
And baby girl you so damn fine
Like you should be probably doin’ time
Stop that fakin’ let’s get naked
And like a plumber you gon’ gett this pipe
And there ain’t no other nigga
That can try and replace my love
Cause she know fuckin’ with me is a dub
Birthday suit, shawty lemme eat
The birth cake up sweet it make my tooth
Achе up (yeah) baby you ain’t gotta
Worry ‘bout a thing nah
Lemme givе you what you need
I might fuck around
And put you on a diamond ring yea
Lemme show you I’m for real
Call me every hour like I’m fucking around
You got all this shit confused
I be out of town get the bag and I’m out
Tryna bring it home to you
You’re the type
I really wanna’ make a deal for type of guy
I wanna get up all up in my feels for
Strike an eye and I know all these hunnies
Seeing it that’s why I’m blowin’ up
Your phone got you receiving
All this love I got for you
I’m tryna rock with you so nigga focus on me
Wanna get down paint a smile up on your face
Then baby we paint the town
Take you all the way to England
Baby ima’ make it pound on you
Make your head spin a little just times two
You know that I like it when
You call me your boo i’m your boo
Go get your bag babe
I’m not gonna be the one to stand up
In your way just know I’m ready
At the end of the day baby you ain’t gotta
Worry ‘bout a thing nah
Lemme give you what you need
I might fuck around
And put you on a diamond ring yea
Lemme show you I’m for real
Call me every hour like I’m fucking around
You got all this shit confused
I be out of town get the bag and I’m out
Tryna bring it home to you
And I hate it when you fight
And then you fuss i think I’ve had enough
Cause I ain’t really into that stuff
Just know I’m ready at the end of the day