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uneedhelp - seventhirtyatmorning & protect lyrics

[intro: seventhirtyatmorning]
yeah, yeah

[chorus: seventhirtyatmorning]
i’m on my [?], i’m in houston dodgin’ and pothole, oh yeah
i like spanish hoes, it just on the bottom, no cap
this lil’ b*tch i f*ck on shape just like a bottle, uh*huh
she just look like a model, yeah, i think she is a model
brand new ass, i hit them thots, i could go
left or right, up or down, these folks gon’ follow
n*ggas jokes, it’s alright, i need them left, i’m countin’ me dollars
n*ggas trolled they whole life, and went wild, they not touch no guap, huh
answer that yourself, huh, you n*ggas need help, yeah

[verse 1: seventhirtyatmorning]
i’m tryna do*it*self, spill that n*gga for [?] tracks, yeah
i’m tryna grow my wealth, yeah, i’m tryna touch racks, yeah
i’m tryna put a pack on the top shelf, cookin’ it crack, yеah
i got a big foe’, n*gga, p*ssy n*gga talk [?], uh
put that b*tch on her back, yeah, [?], uh*hmm
that’s what it’s a b*tch, i said, “baе, i knew it was game over”
she gon’ pull up, she gon’ f*ck her [?]
slide her up, tell her hit the road
why would i keep that lil’ b*tch ’round? i’m seein’ all the sh*t she do to you
my b*tch, i like her, i do i can’t even cap, i do this sh*t for you
if i didn’t care, then you know the truth, and clearly i do, so you never will
i f*ck any hoes, do it for the thrill
i travel to go up, do it for the thrill
i’m gettin’ the cash, tryna touch a mill’
these n*ggas is mad, never know the feelin’
(uh, uh, uh)
[verse 2: protect]
feelin’, uh*huh, this sh*t there i f*ck with, uh*huh
but i turned my cup, you need help, you so—
never let up, hey
you better play it cautious, ’cause it’s stiff blow up that check
so, don’t press your luck
b*tch don’t press my b*ttons, ’cause we slide it [?] chase
where i’m at, just have weapons, starts to hit you if you duck
i gotta sing like i’m stress*a*liar, before they shoot sh*t up
too much ice up on my neck, it’s right me that i get poked
pop yo’ sh*t, sh*t
like [?], they got lit [?]
cook your soda with your brick
i like the soda with it [?]
like wham, wave and sh*t
it’s [?] like look at my wrist, yeah, i just brought this sh*t

[chorus: seventhirtyatmorning]
i’m on my [?], i’m in houston dodgin’ and pothole, oh yeah
i like spanish hoes, it just on the bottom, no cap
this lil’ b*tch i f*ck on shape, just like a bottle, uh*huh
she just look like a model, yeah, i think she is a model
brand new ass, i hit them thots, i could go
left or right, up or down, these folks gon’ follow
n*ggas jokes, it’s alright, i need them left, i’m countin’ me dollars
n*ggas trolled they whole life, and went wild, they not touch no guap, huh
answer that yourself, huh, you n*ggas need help, yeah

- seventhirtyatmorning protect lyrics

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