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Help Me
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Help Me was released on August 30, 2024 by Independent as a part of the album Help Me - Single
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Release DateAugust 30, 2024
LabelIndependent
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
CherryRaps
CherryRaps
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cheryl Doyle
Cheryl Doyle
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Macfly Beatz
Macfly Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

(Intro)
At this point, I’m too prideful baby, I ain’t begging for shit
Know what they say
Slow motion betta than no motion
**** fuck you gone do with a bitch who got her own motion
(Bridge)
Who you tryna help? Me?
Uh
Who you tryna help? Me?
Uh
Who you tryna help? Me?
Uh
Who you tryna help? Me?
Uh
(Verse)
I done gave up so much shit for love, leave these bros alone
Fuck some heart eyes baby, I’m on tour you can text my other phone
Went to jail behind a ****, mm, waiting for that evening call
He just wanna run behind some bitches, do the minimum
Baby understand that ain’t no bitch gone get you right
Gotta live for self bookie **** creeping in the night
Only help I need coming through a Zelle what’s yo routing
Need it all a bitch just can’t go back to public housing
**** scared to call me now, hoes scared to call him out
Rich **** in my threads, thinking I’m gone dog him out
Love a trick baby but for you can’t go exclusive
Bitch ballin, shit I’m tricking too, this ain’t no new shit
No you can’t love me
How and you don’t know how
Quick to get into with a bitch but shit we know now
Quick to fumble bags, bad bitches and the reup
Ain’t gone lie that shit be bunk as hell but I got my feet up
**** can’t keep up
Say he wanna build for real but really trying to meet up
He say he want a kid, yo BM calling, **** speak up
Can’t lock me down I’m out here now a bitch is freed up
He tryna get the keys **** like his lease up
Hit it twice and now you need it, you bipolar huh
Cant lie these **** smoked for real, lying through they molars huh
Can’t get his way and now he mad, he can’t control her huh
Shit I’m the rawest cause my birthday in October huh
Label ain’t called me shit I guess it ain’t my time yet
These **** blowing down my line, how I’m gone time that?
You block me first, and I’m gone laugh, no cap behind that
You really mad because you opted for that dime bag
She ain’t gone send you 30 seconds cause she miss you
And her attachments fried as hell it ain’t no issue
I know you miss these pretty titties, press the issue
You tried to out me, **** crying, where yo tissue
No you can’t love me
You can’t trust me
Quick to sabatoge all yo relations, shit get funny
Quick to fumble trust, good women and consistency
Ain’t gone lie that shit be bunk as hell, I know he missing me
**** can’t get with me
Look at your bitch up in her face and that ain’t Cherry baby
You know this pussy got you laced and that’s what’s scary baby
I always get my lick back they come in tracy’s baby
And if you ever played with me I know you hate me baby
Written by: Cheryl Doyle
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