She Needs My Love - The-Dream

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

You seen her walkin' through

Hartsfield International

On her way to see me

She’s far from the girl that you used to know

Flossin' keys to your phantom and you know that she’s my girl

Still you try to get at her

But she put the brakes on that shit like (SKKRT)

And I don’t blame you 'cause, God, the girl look good

She said she couldn’t even if she could

She needs my love

She said I’m like the air and without me, she’ll die

If it ain’t my love

You better have a doctor on stand-by

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

You seen us walkin' through the club

Little Fendi skirt lettin' them panties show

She grindin' on me (me)

I see you tryin' too flirt with her on the low (what)

Flossin' keys too your rover boy you know that that’s my girl

I left and you made your way over

But she push the brakes on that shit likem (SKKRT)

And I can’t blame u cause God damn the girl is fine she said she can’t because

shes mine mine min mine mine mine

She needs my love

She said I’m like the air and without me, she’ll die

If it ain’t my love

You better have a doctor on stand-by

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Shawty need my love, sh-sh-shawty need my love, dog

Yessir!

From the look of my wardrobe I can see why you mad though

See me up in Bankhead, chillin' with a bad ho

Tell Oprah I’m sorry, I really meant to say bad though

She keep them thongs ch-ch-ch-chewin' on her asshole

I’m all up on her ass though, runnin' it like I’m Castro

I’m still hood even though my bank account upper-class, ho

We 3 minutes into the song, but still nigga, you mad though

But nah he squintin' from my wrist 'cause my wrist got the mad glow

She needs my love

She said I’m like the air and without me, she’ll die

If it ain’t my love

You better have a doctor on stand-by

Call 9−1-1 if my love ain’t there

Call 9−1-1 tell paramedics to bring her air (air, air, air)

Call 9−1-1 if my love ain’t there

Call 9−1-1 tell paramedics to bring her air (air, air, air)

She needs my love

You better have a doctor on stand-by