Blu, Casey Veggies, Thurz - Well Fare lyrics

This is what happen when the
Planet gets to rapping
And your woman gets to asking
For them needs, needs, needs

A little, sugar and cinnamon
Your panties what I'm swimming in
Wetness around my peninsula
Her and her woman friend captain
Navigate like Morgan til the morning
And the, Henny was empty
Spiced rum made me sin again
It's fun and games until
Feelings get involved
And with them unanswered texts
Watch how craziness evolves
Until she falls out of position
With all the bitches
Knowing I'm a skinny family guy
On my Peter Griffin
Ass fat and dumb as well
Who wouldn't want to stick in it?
She craving wood to fall between
Her thighs like Timber, land
Step in terrains, I hash swayed in the rain
Fucked up my steez
A sidepiece trying to be my main dang
Went cold turkey on her, threatened my name
Saying she hope I die
That Al-Qaeda blow up my plane
I'm glad I came, but not in ya
I have the wants of a sinner
But for your needs, I'm an Indian giver
This is what happen when the
Planet gets to rapping
And your woman gets to asking
For them needs, needs, needs

Either she love me or she hate
Either way she crazy rumor had it
The chick had to pay me just to date me
She kept me on repeat
But she could never play me
Thinking just because I beat I'ma
Give your ass a baby? Baby listen
Takes one in a million to be my lady
Let alone what I put in a song could never
Make me put the smash on your mash potatoes
It's all gravy, tell a nigga
Like a bitch with Clippers
You can't fade me
Hit the barber for the taper
'fore I call Tracy now my ex wanna trace my
Steps like Dick Tracy
Chill on the pills love
You think I'm dicking Tracy?
She sounded out that M and M, Slim Shady
Bitch you been broke
I get paid for days that I been poor
Ask bails and cats outta jail
What you been for?
Even though I'm pimping you won't
Find me with no bimbo
Plus you know I can't hear your ass
Once I close that Benz door, so
Um yeah

This is what happen when the
Planet gets to rapping
And your woman gets to asking
For them needs, needs, needs

She stuck in that material complex
Reaching all in my pockets
Shawty making my arms stretch
Like I be hearing you rapping
Bout that already on shit
And I don't know where you headed
Or where your mind be going word
Bands'll make her dance
But make her submit a plan
Mama was drinking white, I was off that tan
She like "I know you 19, on your grown man"
Pay for rent for my momma, let her hold bands
Niggas is just fans
Girl you should fuck with me
Long as you comfort me
We can live comfortably
I shop at Louis V, quite occasionally
Custom Damier wallet and it say CV
I'm on that fly shit, my car ride quick
I spit that shit that boost
A young nigga confidence
Just ride with me, die with me
Don't be talking shit
Yeah and it's all legit

This is what happen when the
Planet gets to rapping
And your woman gets to asking
For them needs, needs, needs