"WHAT YOU NEED" lyrics
DUSTY LOCANE & Yung Bleu Lyrics
"WHAT YOU NEED"
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I don't really know what I'm doin' here, huh
But I just thought I should tell you this, listen
(Troy Taylor, you the GOAT)
Look
You get what you want, get what you need
Love it when you tell me, "Baby, please"
When I'm deep, strokin', yeah it squeeze
Sex up on the counter, we done did it in the sheets
Focused on the bag, no I can't give up on the streets (Bankroll)
Promised you stay with me, and no, you will never leave, look
Baby, you my vibe (Yeah)
Met her in the Floss, she from the Stuy
Told me where she from, it's do or die, she by my side
She a vibe, vibe
Can't get you off my mind (Can't get you off my mind)
Baby, tell me what you like (What you like)
Can I hit it from the side?
Hit it in the Rolls, you got me switchin' positions
He can't do you like I do, I wanna show you what you missin'
She flex about when we be havin' sex (Sex)
I got her legs way behind her neck, yeah (Yeah)
She a nympho
Cut off some music, lemme fuck you to this tempo (To this tempo)
Lemme bend you back, I'm talkin' so low just like limbo
Not fuckin', what you here for?
Lemme get your info, mmm
You get what you want, get what you need (And I might call you just one ni-igh-ight)
Love it when you tell me, "Baby, please" (Baby please)
When I'm deep, strokin', yeah it squeeze (Deep stroke, deep stroke, deep stroke)
Sex up on the counter, we done did it in the sheets
Focused on the bag, no I can't give up on the streets (For me)
Promised you stay with me, and no, you will never leave, look (Baby please)
Baby, you my vibe (Yeah)
Met her in the Floss, she from the Stuy (Deep stroke, deep stroke, deep stroke)
Told me where she from, it's do or die, she by my side
I'm tryna take it up a notch
Focused on these other bitches, baby girl you need to stop
Conversations, what I'm doin', where I'm at, you think I lie
Askin' why I chose you, yeah it's a hundred reasons why
You beautiful and bossy
Mixxy with some shake
Ain't never had these fears
How you make me tweak?
A lady outside, demon in the sheets
You do the thing I like, that's just for me
I like the way she shake it
She do the thing I like when she take it
She make it hard for me to fight temptations
If I'm on the road she take a flight, I'm waitin'
You get what you want, get what you need
Love it when you tell me, "Baby, please" (Baby please)
When I'm deep, strokin', yeah it squeeze (Deep stroke, deep stroke, deep stroke)
Sex up on the counter, we done did it in the sheets
Focused on the bag, no I can't give up on the streets (For me)
Promised you stay with me, and no, you will never leave, look (Baby please)
Baby, you my vibe (Yeah)
Met her in the Floss, she from the Stuy (Deep stroke, deep stroke, deep stroke)
Told me where she from, it's do or die, she by my side
You could keep your feelings, I can spend a couple bands
I won't dead it again
I put on my camera, maybe we could make a sex tape
Can you give me head in the bed on my birthday?
When she got them tight jeans, oh I'm thirsty
I'm on my way in hurry
Writer(s): Troy Taylor, Edrick Miles, Daniel Breland, Jaquan Perkins
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- DUSTY LOCANE Lyrics
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