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I Don't Need No Help Video (MV)




Performed By: NLE Choppa
Length: 1:42
Written by: Bryson Potts, Manyang Kual




NLE Choppa - I Don't Need No Help Lyrics
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Yeah (huh) Uh, yeah, yeah
(Huh, uh)Huh, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (huh, uh)
(Huh) Go on (huh, uh) Yeah

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
I'm a Slick Rick type of nigga (nigga)
She wanna f*ck 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 (rrah, rrah)
We up from the hip and we burn one (bow, bow, bow, bow)
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
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Yeah (huh) Uh, yeah, yeah
(Huh, uh)Huh, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (huh, uh)
(Huh) Go on (huh, uh) Yeah

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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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
I'm a Slick Rick type of nigga (nigga)
She wanna f*ck 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 (rrah, rrah)
We up from the hip and we burn one (bow, bow, bow, bow)
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
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Writer: Bryson Potts, Manyang Kual
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