Help Me

Album: Richey Rich (2024)
Charted: 47
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  • At this point, it's like I'm beggin'
    Shit, if I gotta fight for love, then, shit
    It's like I don't even, I don't even want it
    (Known to let that MAC fly just like my nigga Doe boy)
    Help me
    Baby, can you help me?
    Baby, can you help me?
    Baby, can you help me?

    I'm tryna get my life together, leave these hoes alone
    Pray to God I can leave the streets, this thuggin' shit gettin' more than old
    Baby, please don't leave, but every day, her heart get more than cold
    I'm tired of pipin' these bitches up, I'm toppin' shit like provolone
    I'm tryna run my digits up, at the same time, watch what them crackers on
    Bitch, I call, you ain't pickin' up, what the fuck these hoes be on?
    I just went bought fourteen acres, used to stay up in the mobile homes
    Need a bad bitch with low body count to put my focus on
    Nigga, he tried to end my career, truth be told, I don't fuck with holmes
    So many bad bitches up in here, which one of them I'm takin' home?
    Bitch, I'm ballin' on all these niggas, same court that the Lakers on
    I'm more up than all these niggas, baby girl, my paper long

    Do you love me? Do you trust me?
    Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna fuck me
    Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
    I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me
    That shit corrupt me
    I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
    'Til then, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
    Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't fuck with me
    If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me

    Lil' bitch playin' mind games, tryna trick my mindframe
    You block me, bitch, I won't call you back, I promise it's just a mind thing
    In that Hellcat, hit the gas, you hear that whine, ain't it?
    Upped a hundred pack, I'm talkin' way before I got signed, baby
    Why I ain't got no hit song yet? 'Cause I guess it ain't my time yet
    Promise to stay down with this shit until my eyes go blind, yeah
    Told you, bitch, I'm done with all that cheatin', stop that cryin', yeah
    Same shit I said the last time, but I ain't done yet
    Fuckin' another bitch, I told you I'm out here gettin' mon', yeah
    Told you I'm on the way, but I'm still fuckin', bitch, I ain't cum yet
    Bought you another whip, but you just speak on what I ain't done yet
    Yeah, I cheated on you, but you were the realest bitch that love me

    Do you love me? Do you trust me?
    Say you got my back, but it's that paper got you wanna fuck me
    Can I keep it real for a second, baby? Would you judge me?
    I can't lie, I ain't been the same ever since them niggas stuck me
    That shit corrupt me
    I'ma get that get-back even if I get life, trust me
    'Til the end, nigga, I'm kicked back in the cut poppin' up on bubbly
    Look your nigga in the eyes and tell him I say he can't fuck with me
    If I take her to my house, stick it in, that lil' bitch stuck with me Writer/s: Jalen T. Foster, Paul Williams
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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