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Stop worryin' 'bout a nigga do I ain't worried 'bout nothin', nigga I'm doin' what I'm doin', nigga I'm doin' how I wanna do it, you dig? King Midas Quit worryin' 'bout what a nigga do Fuck that, Trinny walkin' in double G'd to the shoe Doc' said slow down on the lean All that promethazine like a nigga got flu Young nigga shining with the racks Got me fuckin' these lil' bad hoes by the two Young nigga love to hit the mall Then hit the trap, put right back whatever I blew Stop worryin' 'bout how a nigga get it How I spend five hundred dollars on a fitted How I got 'em rubber bands taller than a midget How I got a Cuban lookin' like it's out a freezer Plays lined up, waitin' on that Justin Bieber On the way from Chevy, in the Benz with a diva Pedal to the floor, laid back, blowin' reefer If you need some glass, I can get it for you cheaper Young nigga stay with a beeper I just poured eight in a liter Long live Scoota and Trues Letras de cancionesIt ain't one song that I don't think 'bout you neither Fuck nigga keep talkin' foul 'Til he get caught lackin' and hit with that heater (Bitch) Fuck nigga keep talkin' foul 'Til he get caught lackin' and hit with that heater (Headshot) Quit worryin' 'bout what a nigga do Fuck that, Trinny walkin' in double G'd to the shoe Doc' said slow down on the lean All that promethazine like a nigga got flu Young nigga shining with the racks Got me fuckin' these lil' bad hoes by the two Young nigga love to hit the mall Then hit the trap, put right back whatever I blew Quit worryin' 'bout what a nigga do Fuck that, Trinny walkin' in double G'd to the shoe Doc' said slow down on the lean All that promethazine like a nigga got flu Young nigga shining with the racks Got me fuckin' these lil' bad hoes by the two Young nigga love to hit the mall Then hit the trap, put right back whatever I blew Fuck you opps Any nigga play, we gon' lay shit down like we the mob Fuck you cops We gon' pay that lawyer, tell him fight the charge Brand new whip I ain't bring out yet, still got that in the garage While I'm drivin' I can lay back in the chair and get massaged I'm not joking In that duffle bag at least a hundred large I love traveling And going to the islands with my broad Racks on deck I barely ever have to use my card You keep bluffing You know that all that shit just a facade Quit worryin' 'bout what a nigga do Fuck that, Trinny walkin' in double G'd to the shoe Doc' said slow down on the lean All that promethazine like a nigga got flu Young nigga shining with the racks Got me fuckin' these lil' bad hoes by the two Young nigga love to hit the mall Then hit the trap, put right back whatever I blew From Letras Mania