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seventhirtyatmorning & protect - uneedhelp 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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