Stressin' Nothin'
llynx
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Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door And I ain't stressing nothin' Cuz I'm boutta get some more Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road Bumping classic hits not from the radio And I ain't stressing nothing Cuz I'm out to get this dough Rollin up the dope boutta hit the blunt I been chasing a check all day now I'm finally done I Can't complain got the Wrist on blang All I'm mutherfucking missing is diamond chain Llynx in the cut boutta roll the dope up Like I'm an armadillo got my head up in the clouds not the pillow Cuz sleep is the cousin of death Never stress over a bitch Always stress over a check Watch my step Anywhere I walk I'm leaving the floor wet Everywhere I spark I'm leaving a jay dead Always got the guap, I'll never be in debt Ye Ye Ye Ye Got the green like an avocado Roll around the city in the whip it got a wooden panel And it got a screen so baby don't you change the fucking channel We be piling money cash cow I'm rollin' with my cattle Ye Ye Ye Ye Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door And I ain't stressing nothin' Cuz I'm boutta get some more Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road Bumping classic hits not from the radio And I ain't stressing nothing Cuz I'm out to get this dough I ain't ever sweating over petty shit She a petty bitch I can takeoff like a rocket ship For the hell of it I ain't doing this verse for shit Fucking ignorant sons of bitches Wanna jack my shit 'n wish my detriment Y'all ain't even gettin' close to this Boasting shit And my bitch is a poster bitch Y'all not capitalizing on this dough because I don't owe shit Y'all not catching the vibe do like the tide and maybe roll with it I been rolling with it since 1997 I been going up, shit I might be touching heaven I ain't never had a doubt I always strive for better I'm always questioning these times they changing like the weather Yeah yeah yeah Ain't no telling where I'm coming from or where I'mma be Uhuhuuuuh Ya and there ain't telling me shit F*ck you I ain't listening to nothing but me (Ha!) Rolling up the doja 'boutta smoke some more Hopping out the whip 'n so I lift my door And I ain't stressing nothin' Cuz I'm boutta get some more Gas up in the tank I'm boutta hit the road Bumping classic hits not from the radio And I ain't stressing nothing Cuz I'm out to get this dough
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