Boss Hogg Outlawz - I Need A... lyrics

(featuring Sir Daily, Kyleon & Slim Thug) [Kyleon] 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, cla**y chicks The kind, that I can't let walk pa** me chick Do anything for her, as long as she ask me chick Like flashy sh**, 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 s** 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 [Hook] I need a dime broad, top of the line broad A fine broad, f**k up a n***a mind broad (I need a cla**y chick, mean a sa**y 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 b**h, not a wa*ksta b**h That's down to ride, but never in some gangsta sh**) [Slim Thug] I need some'ing cla**y 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 pa** boys follow, trying to get at my chick Richie Rich himself, couldn't get in my b**h She not impressed by cash, boo got her own stash Boo got her own house, bought her own S Cla** 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 [Hook] [Chris Ward] Even though it ain't Hova, breathe easy baby It's the realest of the real, C-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 f**k 'em and leave 'em duck 'em and weave em Listen to they sad stories, never f**king believe em She got me sprung, waking up in the evening Cause the night was incredible, s** 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' [Hook - 2x]