What You Need
Wiley, JME, Julie Adenuga
You, you you, you
You, you you you you, you
When they hear the word "love"
They dive in there head-first
I tell them to slow down, I want head first
I get a lot of gash and I ain't even rich
My credit's probably lower than your bitch
I don't answer the phone to
Girls that act like fools
Might as well call 'em rhetorical phone calls
For real, bruv, it's all about sex
Call me a motherfucker
I'll say your mum's next
See, I know girls that will get low for po
Suck cock for rock, get down for brown
From city to city and from hood to hood
I suck titty to titty, they suck hood to hood
If she swallows, I'm gonna buss in her mouth
If she's rude
I'm definitely bussing her mouth
I don't have to bend my
Knees to reach her crutch
Cause my ting's so long that
My knees can't touch
I got what you want i got what you want
I got what you need i got what you want
I got what you want i got what you want
I got what you need i got what you want
And all the grimey wifeys wanna
Get a piece of Wiley
Come around and look slyly
I just live the life of Riley
I'm about, I hear the girls
They are screaming and shouting
Take her on an outing
We're sitting by the fountain
You know I make you laugh, I'm like "girl
I'm not a clown"
And she giggles a little more
You're in your house, i'm coming round
I'm quite hungry, order Chinese
Then we can have a night in
Kiss and a fiddle, you're wet
Then I push it right in
She knows I do the job
I've got her hormones fighting
It's the truth that I'm writing
I speak the truth when I'm writing
I don't chat shit i speak my life and so
I couldn't ever be biting
Gash ring me up saying that they know me
They wanna get me in their beds and
See if they can show me
A good time, hood time, stiff
She'll get the boney
You can ring me up, girl
When you feel lonely
I got what you want i got what you want
I got what you need i got what you want
I got what you want i got what you want
I got what you need i got what you want
See, this is why I don't
Let girls phone my phone cause they take
Chatting shit 'bout she wants to play Snake
2-2s, look at my screen
And I see "delete Jessica Mobile"
I'm like "hey wait, nah, serious
Send me my phone or I ain't ever linking you
Again on your own"
Cause I hate when chicks try
Take man for pricks
Cause I'm not going on hostile
I can be a hot headed idiot
And end up in court
But I'm not getting shift, nah
I ain't getting caught
Cause I count myself lucky that
I'm still on the streets
So count yourself lucky that you're with Jme
Stop checking my messages, back off a bit
Give me room, give me space, lack of respect
You're always in my face, don't worry though
If you stay there, I'll move to a next place
I got what you want i got what you want
I got what you need i got what you want
I got what you want i got what you want
I got what you need i got what you want
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