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letra de don't help me! - yung rider

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[interlude: yung rider]
all i got to tell you, men
don’t help me!
i do that sh-t by myself

[chorus: yung rider]
dig him up, i got a stick on me
f-cked that b-tch, it goes to the back
fire from this k, it got kickback
make sure we deal with no sh-t chat
beat them up, i got a knife on me
feet is up, i got no enemies
run around the town, no seat belt, no daylight, finish up in the sea
d-mn he got k
sick in the back
sick on the lean
play it like he please
he ain’t sipping on wok
he try to figure out how he could talk
pouring the juice, beat his ass off so he can talk to thе cops
[verse: manse]
i do that b-tch in the wrong
make her b-tch gonna pr-nе
i really feel that beat
i really made that hate
i really f-cked that b-tch
i won’t let you hit that b-tch
all sort of sh-t in this mix
all sort of pay, finna make me rich
i don’t really feel that bad
i don’t even f-ck that b-tch
i ain’t even that rad
i don’t even fell that heat
i don’t even want to eat
i won’t let you add
all that sh-t you said
ain’t even that real
not even that bad
not even cool that’s sad

[verse: alex seira]
all night get no sleep
riding through the streets
i’ve been on a streak
making all that heat
liquor on the beat
henny on the side
she don’t rock with me
she won’t k!ll my vibe
always playing the victim
dissing the system
you don’t know what’s important
you’re just out of your mind
you mean to my friends
turn into an enemy
public target, not kidding
laser between your eyes
[verse: brasier]
i hop in a whip finna crash it
hop on a beat b-tch u know i be basting
f-ck you and your gang yeah we know you ain’t lasting
my money stretch, money stretch like elastic
money twerk, my money gon turn up
make her twerk, its making me act up
my sense of humor is so f-cking broken
we in the studio listening to brakence
we in the studio we breaking some records
somebody get the boy out of the wreckage
my girl she come over she need some checkage
i don’t seem to care but they don’t get the message

[chorus: yung rider]
dig him up, i got a stick on me
f-cked that b-tch, it goes to the back
fire from this k, it got kickback
make sure we deal with no sh-t chat
beat them up, i got a knife on me
feet is up, i got no enemies
run around the town, no seat belt, no daylight, finish up in the sea
d-mn he got k
sick in the back
sick on the lean
play it like he please
he ain’t sipping on wok
he try to figure out how he could talk
pouring the juice, beat his ass off so he can talk to the cops
[interlude: yung rider & girl]
you don’t seem to understand that i reject you
that’s funny
but i promise that i will stop cheating

- yung rider

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