Worry Me — текст песни (Lil` Wayne)





[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]



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