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Tytuł: Worry Me

  • Wykonawca: Lil Wayne
  • Wy¶wietleń: 308

  [Hook]
  You gotta walk like a (soldier)
  Talk like a (stunna)
  Move like a (player)
  And get it like a (hustler)
  You gotta walk like a (soldier)
  Talk like a (stunna)
  Move like a (player)
  And get it like a (hustler)
  Because I won't let y'all worry me
  I got something chrome that I carry with me
  It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me
  I'm the seventeen don till they bury me
  
  [Verse 1]
  Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay
  I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay
  I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya
  Stunting in the gray uh
  Shortie play your player
  Slick clean hey ya
  Fifteen riding with me spray ya
  You don't want no drama with me play fa
  Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga
  I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking
  Plus my late pops still looking
  Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp
  Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp
  Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street
  I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me
  And that's how Weezy Wee be
  And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Verse 2]
  I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo
  Knowing on my waist is the sizzo
  Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol
  Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil
  Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential
  I stick to my mental
  Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple
  Forget I'm getting rich for a cent
  Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you
  90 on the highway seeing what the whip do
  Cops get behind me they want see the whip too
  S-Q professor C-M-B alumni
  Everybody else fails except the young guy
  Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine
  Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine
  The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine
  I can't lose cuz I won mine
  Now run yourself
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Verse 3]
  I got five drinks with me
  And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe
  Three guns
  Two bitches
  And all I need is one knife
  And I bet you don't like
  C'mon we only get one life
  And if it's done right
  Freak a nigga might wife her
  You know S-Q galore low chop three striper
  I'm just trying to keep paper
  Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze
  Don't be a major cuz he greater
  Cheese gon feed Nate
  Brother it's keys or emceeing
  And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay
  Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck
  And y'all don't starve me
  That shit could be bad for your heartbeat
  Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat
  Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard
  Damn whore
  Yeah I know
  
  [Hook]