Текст и слова песни Lil Wayne – Worry Me
[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]
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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