Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Don't Need No Help , by - NLE Choppa. Release date: 05.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Don't Need No Help |
| Yeah, huh? |
| Uh, yeah, yeah |
| Huh? |
| Uh, huh? |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh? |
| Uh |
| Huh? |
| Uh, huh? |
| Uh |
| Slick Rick type of nigga 'cause I’m a bad bitch getter |
| Poppin' painkiller, uh, higher than a plane, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| You a lame, you ain’t gang, so I can’t hang with ya (No) |
| Touch my chain, bang, bang, snatch a nigga brain, nigga |
| Uh, got a pole on my hip, ain’t no fightin' (Ain't no fightin') |
| I strike a nigga with this .30 like some lightning (Just like some lightning) |
| I hit her for the night, I don’t do no wifin' (Don't do no wifin') |
| I fuck her then delete her, yeah, I’m so triflin' (I'm so triflin') |
| Real, real, real, real, real savage (I'm a savage) |
| I don’t fuck with that bitch if she average (If she average) |
| I got a bad stripper bitch named Ashley (Ashley) |
| She taste like candy, do you understand me? |
| (Candy, yeah) |
| Brand new car, hop out the 'Vette, ice on my wrist, Audemar, Patek |
| Brand new chain, ice on my neck, got tired of the Drac' and I copped me a TEC |
| I’m up all night, I don’t get rest, I’m catchin' these flights and chasin' a |
| check |
| Lil baby, she wet, I don’t want sex, open your mouth and give me your neck |
| Uh, give me your neck, yeah (Give me your neck) |
| Keep your pants on, just want the neck (The neck, neck, neck) |
| Want the neck, keep your pants on (Give me neck, neck) |
| For real, bitch, keep your pants on (Give the neck, give the neck, |
| give the neck, neck) |
| I’m a Slick Rick type of nigga (Nigga) |
| She wanna fuck with me because my bands bigger (My bands bigger) |
| Pass me the blunt, I don’t do the liquor (No liquor) |
| And your bitch a groupie, wanna take a picture (And take a picture) |
| I’m strapped up like a dyke or somethin', I hope you don’t try to take nothin' |
| (What) |
| My niggas strapped with army guns (Yeah), you think I’m lyin', I’ll show you |
| one (Rah, rah) |
| We up from the hip and we burn one (Baow, baow, baow, baow) |
| When I up, you better dip, that’s your head, son (That's your head, son) |
| Uh, uh, aight |
| That’s your head, son |
| When I up, you better dip, that’s your head, son |
| Yeah, yeah |