Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Need A... (feat. Killa Kyleon & Chris Ward), artist - Slim Thug. Album song Boyz-N-Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2004
Record label: B.H.O
Song language: English
I Need A... (feat. Killa Kyleon & Chris Ward) |
I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox |
Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks |
Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks |
No strippers just Moet sippers, classy chicks |
The kind, that I can’t let walk pass me chick |
Do anything for her, as long as she ask me chick |
Like flashy shit, DG Prada and Gucci clothes |
And Victoria Secret silk panties, covers and ooh she knows |
She never hang with movie hoes, dig dealers and X popping |
She’s not a bopper, that say she hop out of Lex droppers |
She my sex doctor, good love she go hard in bed |
Go down below my waist with her lips, and harden my head |
I call her the warden in bed, she keep me on lock |
Not only her, it’s my game she keep me on top |
A bad broad, she just might keep me on bops |
But she love for daddy to hustle, that’s why she keep me on blocks |
That’s why I love her mayn, uh |
I need a dime broad, top of the line broad |
A fine broad, fuck up a nigga mind broad |
(I need a classy chick, mean a sassy chick |
And when it’s time to get freaky, she a nasty chick) |
I need a play girl, down around the way girl |
More than okay girl, help me get my pay girl |
(I need a gangsta bitch, not a wanksta bitch |
That’s down to ride, but never in some gangsta shit) |
I need some’ing classy in the streets, but stone freak in the sheets |
Caramel color, letter under six feet |
Stand tall like a model, shaped like a Coke bottle |
Smile, will make the hardest thug heart feel hollow |
When she pass boys follow, trying to get at my chick |
Richie Rich himself, couldn’t get in my bitch |
She not impressed by cash, boo got her own stash |
Boo got her own house, bought her own S Class |
Independent lady, still up for the babies |
Could be the house wife or the Boss type, it’s crazy |
My boo go to church, three days a week |
My boo put God first, everyday she see |
She never dug, hanging out in the club |
By ten she tucked in, waiting on Thug |
Never hating on Thug, or what Thug do |
Cause Thug would be a fool, if Thug don’t stay tru to my boo |
Even though it ain’t Hova, breathe easy baby |
It’s the realest of the real, see-Weezie baby |
You’s a fake trick, if you tease me baby |
Only like modeling chicks, that’s sleezy baby |
Now um come closer, squeeze me baby |
Get all that you can get, just release me baby |
See I never cry to hoes, I just talk fly to hoes |
Usually lie to hoes, bout buying 'em Prada clothes |
If I do soon as they trip, they strip up out of those |
Back to the sto' refund time, cause that’s just how it goes |
Now you know, I fuck 'em and leave 'em duck 'em and weave em |
Listen to they sad stories, never fucking believe em |
She got me sprung, waking up in the evening |
Cause the night was incredible, sex was great she’s unforgettable |
The thought of her is endless, I just can’t let it go |
Therefor she’s earned the position, to be that one I will settle fo' |