Rihanna - Needed Me Lyrics | MetroLyrics
Lyrics to 'Needed Me' by Rihanna: Mustard on the beat ho! I was good on my own, that's the way it was, that's the way it was You was good on the low for a faded fuck, on some faded love Shit, what the fuck you complaining for?
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“Needed Me” is a mid-tempo mood piece with raw lyrics set over top of dark fluttery synth sounds produced by DJ Mustard. Rihanna provides a solid female empowerment anthem with this one (per ...
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Rihanna - Needed Me Lyrics. Mustard on the beat ho! I was good on my own, that's the way it was, that's the way it was You was good on the low for a faded fuck, on som
Needed Me - Wikipedia
"Needed Me" is a song recorded by Barbadian singer and songwriter Rihanna from her eighth studio album, Anti (2016). It was written by Rihanna, Brittany Hazard, Charles Hinshaw and Derrus Rachel together with its producer DJ Mustard and its co-producers Twice as Nice and Frank Dukes.The song was serviced to the urban radio stations on March 30, 2016, as a follow up single from Anti together ...
Needed Me by Rihanna - Songfacts
Rihanna addresses an ex who is still obsessively in love with her on this kiss-off. She scolds him for his feelings, making it clear to the former beau that the fling was purely physical. "Didn't I tell you that I was a savage," Rihanna assertively tosses off, characteristically nonchalant about ...
Rihanna - Needed Me Lyrics | AZLyrics.com
You was just another nigga on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage? Fuck your white horse and a carriage Bet you never could imagine Never told you you could have it You needed me Ooh, you needed me To feel a little more and give a little less Know you hate to confess But, baby, who ...