I Need A... Lyrics - Already Platinum - Slim Thug

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 

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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 

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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'