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Some information about Worry Me Lyrics Title: Lil Wayne - Worry Me lyrics Artist: Lil Wayne Album: 500 Degreez Visitors: 9 visitors have visited Worry Me Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. [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] Ehit 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 Pleasedon 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] Hottest songs from Lil Wayne : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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