Team Eastside - Needy Bitch lyrics

Hey what you doin?
Yeah niggas den got fake since they got back
Oh, well I was just wondering can
You buy me this purse?
Its Louie, yo belt Louie
So can I match yo fly sometimes?

Pull up to the club in the crispest shit
Lookin crispy as shit with about 50 and slip
It ain't even funny hoes
Do the silliest shit
How you gone suck a nigga dick and
Try and give me a kiss?
I'm the nigga known for taking
Bitches out after work
Fuck em till they fall asleep and
Slap the house on the 1st
Kush and lean got me thinking I'm
On top of the earth gold teeth for a week
Slappin shots on the vert
Don't you hate when a bitch think
You owe her some cho
Let you fuck a couple times she
Think you owe her fa sho
You den got a couple times
She start calling for mo
Stop picking up the phone she
Start callin ya bro
You forgot when I met you
You was walking to school
In the middle of the month when
You was calling for food
Fuck you think you talking to
Baby I'm far from a fool
It's Team Eastside bitch we all
Play by the rules

I should have know his broke
Ass wasn't gone have it
Let me call him and ask him can I get it
Hello? Hey where you at? You on the Warren?
Come pick me up in that magnum
We need to go to the set
I seen some trues I want
What? You witcho bitch
The fuck that supposed to mean?

Two g's on the belt, two C's on the glasses
So it's double the trouble
When you see me in traffic
This ain't duck-duck-goose
We just fuck them and pass em
Bend em over the couch
Don't fuck up the plastic
Bitch I'm a savage, fuck yo lashes!
I heard you was a freak
And got fucked in magnums
You can't get no shoes, good luck for asking
Trues half way down
You got fucked in fashion
I need head first bitch like it or not
And all you gettin out of me
Is pipe and a pop
Wrist game shitty, ice in the top
It's the dick game really why
She like to get popped
I told you before, hoes ain't shit
And if she ain't worth fucking
Then ho that bitch
We can be Bonnie and Clyde, hold that clip
Put these pills in yo pussy
But you know thats it

Damn, I fuck with the brokest niggas
Let me call him and ask em
Aye can you pay my phone bill and
Give me half on my rent
My baby daddy been on some bullshit so
You say you got the bag right
Can I get half? Hello? Hello?

Look bitch, go suck a dick
I'm a real street nigga
I ain't with that sucka shit
You wanna fuck the clique cause my team on?
Owner tryin to put us out
Cause our weed strong
All in the club, but yo rent due
You her baby daddy, he a shrimp too
Bitch who? You got me fucked up
Talking bout her phone bill
So the fuck what?
In the club buffed, plus my wrist icey
To me another bitch, but you his wifey
To me it ain't shit, but the shit triflin
Watch out for the feds, them bitches inditin
Watch out for these hoes, real talk
Nike for the 3, pill talk
Reckless on my line, deal off
Cup full of lean, seal off

Hey, what you doin?
I was just callin cause I
Need these shoes I seen
Red bottoms, spikes on em
So wassup I need a couple dollas
Hair need to be done
My feet need to be done and nails
So can I have the money please? Please?

I can't stand a needy ass bitch
Always got her hand out bitch
Quit asking for shit
Just last week you was craving red lobster
Now you on the phone telling me
You need some red bottoms
You need this, you need that
Bitch you need a job
You don't work, or go to school, you a slob
Ain't tryin to do shit
Ain't trying to make no money
You too busy being broke with
Yo friends bitch you funny
Talking bout you going to
Wayne State next semester
Bitch you ain't got two
Dimes to rub together
Bitch quit lying, we all know the deal
You just like to take shots of 18, fuck
And chill
Fuck all the bullshit, bitch get some funds
And stop telling me to buy
Clothes for your son
Telling me you hate yo baby
Daddy and you done
But you all on his dick when
You see him at the club
You buying fake bags from the urban connect
I'm buying weight bags call
It serve and collect bitch you ain't loyal
I'mma dog you to death
Cause yo lifestyle foul
Bitch don't call me or text