What We Need Lyrics - Glasses Malone

This is what we need, you decided this 

What you say..oooo (x4) 

Glasses malone: 

G malone, Still on the block with it, 

Just posted, my steel got some rounds in it. 

Case haters make a problem and i gotta solve it, 

Belly leaned against the curtain like an alcoholic. 

Kill bill was still kicking like lucy lu, 

And watch my Lil homies hustle like i used to do. 

Heard they mad i got crips calling troops with rules. 

What they all turning gang y'all be used to ?? 

here to stay your cake leaves 6 summers 

your baby mama already want the dick from em 

and your sister calling me her little bust it baby. 

While your teenage daughter steals my post for fame 

so crazy, haters scared to start me up 

you can't fade me, your clippas ain't sharp enough 

Ain't another rapper breathing, Its smart and tough 

So any dummy tryna learn me better smartin up. 

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Chorus 

This is what we need, you decided this 

What you say..oooooo (x4) 

Lil Wayne : 

Come on, Call me Weezy baby, (yeah) hands up, tick waven. 

Hey now, lay down like a nigga put a bed down. 

Sleep tight, die in a dirt cheap life. 

Suit, tuck, tie, and the shirt speech nice, 

I blump some throats, trucker bloke (go on) 

Where we at daddy, guns and coke. 

home, the quiter we smoke the rise provoke (bom) 

All them busters allow me suffer-in 

Show em not to ever fuck around with the fuckers-and 

Stop looking up the mountain above ya 

HAve you looking under cars, inspecting mufflers 

you know Thats reality baby, check your calendar 

Every days a new day and this can be the last one (yeah) 

So you better make it pay off 

or make a nigga scratch a day off. (Weezy) 

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Chorus (x4) 

Look baby its g's ova here, Cheese over here. 

pass them lames tryna holla at ya. 

You come and ride with a thug, i'm fly as a dove 

Switching lanes, tossing dollars at ya. 

Ain't you tired of them fakes, who lie about the cake 

you can tell them dudes probably actors 

But me and wayne got an addiction 

One of em trippin be the one either ones happenin 

Now getting back to the gutter, 

Back to the corner 

Back to the grimey shit 

I mean i'm back at the butter 

Back filling quotas 

Back tryna find the brick 

I heard you 21 again, connects getting hit and want us to make ammends 

But really i ain't trippin hommie know i make an end 

Cuase my rip game is funny shit don't make a twin nigga. 

Chorus (X4)