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help me - young thug lyrics

[intro: young thug]
i’m off earth (gang)

[chorus: young thug]
ridin’ slow in a lamborghini’s not drivin’ with sense
i just bought my dad a old school like clark kent
park a new phantom in the livin’ room, that’s boss sh*t (boss)
mirror walls in the livin’ room i’m a barbie
somebody gotta help me, help me, help me, help me
help me, help me, help me, help me
call nine*one*one, help me, help me
they judgin’ no one but me, but me
i’ll wear the dress and i’ll take the back lash
call me jesus, i like expressin’

[verse 1: young thug]
endorsin’ and d*ck ridin’ at a all time high, yeah
i’m a different, real, no try
like tie my dress, now i’m hangin’ to the sky
like a presidential rollie on a vice president
like shaq never tellin’ on kobe to his wife
like there’s not no pickin’ s*x, makin’ nothin’ for the guys
like a blue foot on a red sock
f*ck your side, my side real talk
n*ggas say you gonna take some of my stuff
but that’s like eatin’ collard greens and ketchup
rasta girl cha*cha*cha
she replied, “where the cash at?”
i replied, “show that ass first”
she replied, “nah, nah, nah”
had a dream we got gnarly
pray the girl don’t get woke up now
then my dawgs like “slime, we gotta go
you gotta be on stage in five”
i said, “cool” and i went right back to sleep
praying to god i could come back to this dream like
help me, help me, help me, help me
help me, help me, help me, help me
i’ve been dazed all day
every time i see a girl she got your face
follow god
[refrain: young thug]
help me, help me, help me, help me
help me, help me, help me, help me
help me, help me, help me
call nine*one*one
help me, help me, help me

[verse 2: olu]
that to my sister you player
you f*ck with her you gon’ meet your maker
you know everybody watchin’
bifocals and binoculars
time’s up, ain’t no stoppin’ us
comin’ up for some oxygen
she fine, she was silk and slimy
she was ready for anything
graduated with honor
baby girl, i’m proud of you
lovin’ the way that you, way you disappear when you givin’ that side view
she searchin’ for black d*ck
she don’t want the charlie brown
she searchin’ for black d*ck
i’m f*ckin’ her brains out now
don’t give ’em no game, no game
don’t give ’em my name, no way
somebody pass the flame, ooh, wait
i f*ck with no shame, dirty fang
see i know god is a woman
she so d*mn forgivin’
got so much sh*t on my mind
that i’m just gettin’ lost in it
she in my dm’s, my dm’s and i wanna bust her
p*ssy so good that i want to but i just can’t love her
she got kids and bought ’em converse, uno
but right after that she gon’ catch a nut, two more
i threw my chains on one by one (one by one)
i spilled propane, now i think i’m hanks son
can somebody, ooh, help me, help me, help me
help me
help me, help me, help me
help me
[chorus: young thug]
ridin’ slow in a lamborghini’s not drivin’ with sense
i just bought my dad a old school like clark kent
park a new phantom in the livin’ room, that’s boss sh*t (boss)
mirror walls in the livin’ room i’m a barbie
somebody gotta help me, help me, help me, help me
help me, help me, help me, help me
call nine*one*one, help me, help me
they judgin’ no one but me, but me
i’ll wear the dress and i’ll take the back lash
call me jesus, i like expressin’

- young thug lyrics

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