Lyrics:
telling you bout the boom
Boom boom boom this yah tune yah a boom
Boom boom
Worry not of tomorrow
For we know not what a day may bring
Faithful are
[Airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
about a double life plea bargain
You got to deal with the Crips and Bloods by hand G
Plus the Black Guerilla family
And the white pride don't like
Money make them worry bout you, but you don’t gatta worry bout em,
Cause we be making bands all day fuck the ops, driving through the city everyday
worry 'bout it
Don't worry baby
The strings on my guitar are worn out
Look like they're 'bout to snap
The strings on my guitar look just like me
And now
Pull up, Louis V on my waistband
Saint Laurent call em toe taps
I’m in the cut
Flexin’ like I got money flowin’ in like the ocean
Girls, all them want me
they worried bout this
Ha yeah,
I don’t mean to brag
there goes another tag
Your man is really wack
When he raps he make me laugh
Louis on my bag
All
home in a minute
Don't worry bout these bitches
Cause you, got it
Imma never find a girl like you, prolly
You the one I call in the booth, shawdy
I could
dark secrets lead me to a blacker heart
Life can't get any worse, Stevie with his glasses off
'Cause I still don't see hope, lookin' for a quick fix
coat cost me two birds, designed by Virgil
Put on diamond rings with Pierre Moss, might put some ice on every tooth
Was somewhere in that studio, don't
feeling me
I swear girl I love you to infinity
It gone be OK, you can let your guard down and you'll be safe
Don't worry bout the hate or what they say
By
a beast
Hop into my wip cops pulled me over
Don't worry bout a thing shorty Mad Child sober
She listen to my music and she loves every verse
Now she's
here in the moment
I don't know bout tomorrow
But yesterday is gone gone gone
Most days it's hard for me to stay motivated
Some days I don't know if I'm
tell me what's the deal
(What's the deal?)
Cuz I aint tryna chase you
And you already kno
I'm tryna date you girl
You don't need to worry
Bout no bills
Soul!
Big chune big stunna
You know me, I aint one for no drama
Just Keep it G, you should worry bout them commas
Stop watching me, cause that aint
that bitch high key
So I say "I don't mean to brag but I'm gonna show my ass" you say "fuck you"
I say "fuck like me"
Don't worry bout me
Match the shoes
Chorus
Don’t worry bout me
I’ll make it through
I’m not the same as I used to be
Don’t worry bout me
Don’t worry bout me
Verse
Walking round I’m in
here don't worry bout men and who wants to date me
See I'm not thinking bout a man who's gonna treat me right
'Cause you could never catch me slipping
you and me
We gonna get the best of friends don't care 'bout nobody
We know we ain't the same we always step by fresh and clean
No matter who in
Tell me what ya know bout it
Tell me what ya know about this
Tell me what ya know about that
They can talk all they want but they can’t stop by bag
My
don't worry about it
I cut off all the dumb shit to get my self up out here yeah
I ain't stressing bout a thang nope
I ain't worried bout nothing
worry bout how to turn up the summer
You see, so how should I approach this
They love me when I'm vulnerable, they're frightened when I'm focused
The flow
niggas die, but I'ma maintain
I'm okay, don't worry 'bout me, I'm in God's hands
I just hope that the world understand who I am
Ambition
Easy to talk
think they don't deserve me
Big cold as the ice in your night cap
Hit you with your bonnet on by the night-lamp
We don't discriminate, we just want you
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