Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Lil WayneНазвание : Worry MeДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : rap hip-hop gangsta rap hip hop new orleans Видео:
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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] | Похожие исполнители:
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