Lyrics:
ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry
And by any means that's necessary
Designer jeans, my
ain't worried
Hopped up off the porch at like thirteen just to prove to niggas I ain't scurry
And by any means that's necessary
Designer jeans, my
the people who love who I be
See, no dinero but I got love
Just as wealthy as the people
From the silver spoon
When confronted by a cupid don't
Know what to do
Coach the game
Ima tryna make it to the playoffs
Grind never stop
So I can't take a day off
No consignment
Ain't shit I gotta pay off
Bargain
and I ain't playin'
I'm a Hidden Leaf nigga, send Kurama at ya ass
Been stuntin' and came up fast. They prolly done thought I crashed
Stayin', I gotta
a couple grand ima cop some new shit strength in my genes I ain’t never rock a true fit one bathroom I ain’t never give two shits fuck Prada gucci and Ruth
other than being recorded
As some of the worst niggas labeled important
Go put some more in
You like a moron I ain't talking foreign
But nigga I'm
Its 11 pm I'm feeling wasted
Got a girl by my side she hella tasty
But the love is real so the sex is so amazing
She keeps it low key, but she shows
on the hush
Just tell me who you love
So show me who you love
Is it love or was it lust
Take our time aint no need to rush
You aint going no where you stuck
So
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
other way I'd rather spend my time
Than just kicking back with my
Baby by my side watching DVDs on the sofa
East Enders and Oprah
Play fight to making
say bye (Bye)
They fall in love with my freshness
No surprise, you know why (Why?)
I'm the one they all wanna F with
My name's Harjot Singh you cant
you not even here?"
Well, out there there ain't nothing for me
And I think I need to come home
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think it got
fakin, forty-fo' blast
Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here,
who telling you what you can and can't do better recognize
Salty eyes ain't a thing cuz we recognize
That when we doing what we love thats the grand
ain't never felt no love, and she right
Lil' boy starting, that's a couple grand in ice
Tryna tyb, you gon' see she want my time, cause you bougie
one, first to the drill
Talkin' bout love, nigga, you know what it is
Ain't no friend all around Miami, it's gon' be hard to shake you
Brody just seen
that knowledge now
I ain't gone lie shit I love'em with some mileage
cll it means to me is that shawty well polished
You ain't slobb'n I ain't throbb'n,
fast
Stack a hundred bills in your right hand
Right there by the couch bag of rubber bands
Gotta get 5, double stacked that's a hundred grand
Rose
dreaming
Wasn't doing this I'd probably be a politician
Fuck first forty-eight just too much snitching
?
'Cause I ain't pulling over be a whole lotta
as well tip her
I told her wiggle that tail like its flipper
Know you want to see this man in your life
I can tell by how you living ain't no plan for your
And the cops won't suspect us
Everyone that goes there always comes back
Secret ingredient ain't love its crack
Donuts so good you might get addicted
Matter
tell you
Like this boy: Put that pink bandana on
Your goddamn head and fuck that bitch! OK?!
And if you ain't gonna go fuck the bitch
Then go pass 'em
on a tee/that’s real shyt I ain’t playin games/if u do it by ur self who goin say ya name/if ya bitch feel us all we goin run a train/best friend get it too if she
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