Only 4 Me ft. Brazxy Lyrics

I need me a bad bitch who only for me

Keep that pussy wet and tight and keep it only for me

Oh you wanna birkin bag and I'll take care of that fee

Just don't let me crash and go hop out on feet

Just know you on the winning team

I ain't worried bout them niggas cause I know they scared of me

It's been cold as fuck outside so I been riding with my heater

I give you hella blues but you know that I'm a bleeder

If she trippin' then I'll leave her, don't listen to your friends baby

No I'm not a cheater, I know she raw as hell, but I know that she a keeper

Do your homework on me baby, I'll be the reaper

I need me a bad bitch who only for me

I need me a bad bitch who only for me

I need me a bad bitch who only for me

I need me a bad, I need me a bad

I need me a bad bitch who only for me

Oh I'm in trouble, get my Glock and shoot it only for me

I want you to be the one to have my mini-me

Just don't let me crash and go catch a first degree

You my gangster bitch, you know we kill together

Pop a nigga and go home and take pics, in matching sweaters

Girl I'm not worried bout them bitches, swear that they not on your level

You so pretty but you got that evilness, just like the devil

Girl you swear you something special

Girl I love when you (?)

You don't take no fuckin' good kid, you date a fuckin' rebel

I step on these niggas like Pebbles

I send that boy right to heaven

I'll cut that nigga tongue out, and now that pussy boy helpless

If you really love me, baby catch a first degree

Need you to kill as much as me, let's go on a murder spree

Shit was gettin' hard, start stealin' cars and we did burglaries

Shit was gettin' hard, swipe EBT so we could have somethin' to eat

Jumped in this shit, I wasn't thinkin

I fell back then my dawg died, so I started back tweaking

In my city, ain't no real preacher, you can't even trust a deacon

In my city, the one you call bro be the reason you ain't breathing

This shit so grimey

I'm paranoid, I gotta watch out who behind me

Can't get it back but you can spend it, that's how time be

Get back, don't got a date, but we do our shit timely

Ain't love for real, that love for fake

I think she losing herself ever since she left, she been gaining weight

I'm only 16 but I feel like it's so much on my plate

Before I sit around broke, I'll go and rob you for some pape

Baldheads inside the clip, you get hit with Andrew Tate

Shot at the wrong niggas, them boys made a big mistake

You loyal to me, this forever, we won't never break

Generational wealth that's somethin' I'm tryin' to create