Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Protect, artist - NLE Choppa.
Date of issue: 20.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Protect |
Yeah, NLE the Top Shotta |
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda |
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah |
I said I’m the booth with pneumonia symptoms |
But they might just say it’s Corona symptoms |
Oh-oh, oh-oh, woah, oh woah, oh |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy |
Reminiscin' 'bout the old days (Old days) |
Back when the Grizzlies had O.J., yeah |
When I had me a bald fade, wanted all the J’s |
And I couldn’t get no play (And I couldn’t get no play) |
Times fly by when you’re having fun |
But back then I ain’t feel like I had nothin' |
Back when a nigga didn’t need a mask on (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
But I kept a ski mask and my cash grew long (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh woah) |
Mom bumpin' Jodeci, Jodesay |
Pop drink the rosé on a Sunday |
I had school on Monday (On Monday) |
Contemplatin' droppin' out |
I was only in the tenth grade (I was only in the tenth grade) |
I’m a boss, they was tryna make us leave |
A lotta souls been lost since pre-k (Since pre-k) |
Our thoughts create our reality |
Confirmation, it came from the CIA (From the CIA) |
There’s a topic that need to be unmuted |
But we will cross that bridge when we come to it (When it comes to it) |
Couple miles away, we ain’t gotta run to it (Run to it) |
Marathon gettin' shorter, we gon' break through it (We gon' break through it) |
I’d rather teach wellness, to kings and queens |
Matter of fact, gods and goddesses (Yeah) |
I’m pickin' they brains, put facts in they head |
They callin' me a cosmetologist (They callin' me a cosmetologist) |
Why the Bible similar to astrology? |
Prophet makin' prophecies |
How many days the sun goin' down on the 21st? |
I say, «About three» |
Vaccines, the mark of the beast (The mark of the beast) |
Can’t put no chip in me (No chip in me) |
Tryna break spirituality (Reality) |
Tryna fuck up DNA and my genes (My genes) |
Protect the mind and soul |
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah) |
Don’t leave the house without my crystals |
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah) |
Protect the mind and soul |
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah) |
Don’t leave the house without my crystals (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah) |
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
To make a long story short you would have to boot the worries in courts |
Nothing less, nothing more, playin' chess with the boards |
Tell a nigga pick the poison, abortion or orphan |
Had to take me to Maury |
Oh Lord, the majority of the kids I may have been mournin' |
Tell me grand risin', don’t tell me good morning |
Words put a spell on my conscience |
I’m risin' in the morning |
Had to come fresh with a girl named Lauren |
But she was too boring |
You know we’re not pouring |
Another pain, and in her heart she was storing |
Her head’s in the clouds, she was soaring, and she was foreign |
Will I ever find love one day (One day) |
Before they put me in my grave? |
(My grave) |
People been temporary (Yeah, yeah) |
Can I just get my way, can I just get my way? |
If you come in my life just stay |
Can you stay? |
Baby, stay for me |
I changed my ways, did you wait? |
I hate to say, you didn’t wait for me |
All the shit I’ve felt been fake |
It left me baked, call me bakery |
Don’t check on me, I’m doin' fine |
Everything been divine, just pray for me |
Slow and steady win the race, but I’ve been pickin' up the pace |
I had to lace up my laces, I’m lookin' behind me |
They chasin', they chasin', they chasin' |
The finish line been awaitin' |
The people, they clap and they wavin' |
Congragulatin', praisin' me 'cause I just conquered Satan |
I’m praisin' this feeling, amazin' |
I was stuck up in a basement then I started elevatin' |
Protect the mind and soul |
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah) |
Don’t leave the house without my crystals |
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah) |
Protect the mind and soul |
Protect your body too (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah) |
Don’t leave the house without my crystals (Ayy-ayy, woah-woah) |
VVS’s can’t protect my soul (Ayy, ayy, ayy) |
NLE the Top Shotta |
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda |
Ayy-ayy, woah, oh |
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh |
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh |
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, uh |
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-woah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |