Lyrics:
NO WORRIES
Music and lyrics by - David Pomeranz and Eddie Kilgallon
No Worries
's all good
No worries
Everything feels like it should
Like
commence
Young Bun
Preferred one
Like the left tit
Ain't trippin' off no nigga
Ain't worried bout an enemy
Fat pussy energy
Don't nothing move til I say so
I
the Coastline
Ay ya ya
Mo Fire
Ay ya ya
Fat Cheeba
Blow mad tree
With my folk
Yeah
Fat kief
In that
Back seat
I blow mad tree
With my folk
Yeah
Fat
the fat pack (thanks, Jaxx)
I ain't bout that talking nah I'm not like David Letterman
If we come pulling at your door you better fucking let us in
And I'm
Would you like to hit the fat bud
Or perhaps should I run your name through the mud
I mean are you giving up the nappy dugout?
She said no well then
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
even offensive
By the way robux is expensive
Big fatLls ain't even mean like
David do u know what i have seen
I seen u being a really cool guy but now
I
vibe with me I Know she wanna fuck though
She got a nigga but she blowing up My phone though
Pretty face, small waist and she got That fat ass whooo
Ey
Now it's David vers' Goliath
Fuck you and your Pale Rap Youtube hit
If I shoot two clips you won't be around
To see how many views you get
Yo, so you
the fucking slop
12 raided my room made a fat bitch eat the pack
Call me Ja Morant went on live with the strap
Ran up Dollar sept' I did a drive by with the gat
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
A wise son heareth his father's instruction
But a scorner heareth no rebuke
A man shall eat good by the fruit of his mouth
But the soul
is David Banner runnin from the clan
What happened to all the bitches man
Cadillac on 22's why is David Banner takin off his shoes
Its supposed
If my ha if my if my bitch fucked
By another nigga ama ha ama
If my bitch fucked by another nigga
Am fuck that nigga bitches
Stay fly witches stay
Sike, I ain't loving that bitch
You should know that by now
I walk with that , uh, get back (Pow)
My gun trnna sound like it's shitting when them bullets
produced by David Banner
And we wanna talk to you a
Little something like this babygirl dig this
I've been watchin' your body since
You walked in the party
Taking it to another level
Devil what's up? Is this a joke or what?
Steady hoping you can crack open the Coconut
You can't see us, we're covered by
the genie
Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines, see what I see?
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior MAFIA blaster
Rugers
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
bang (fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged
Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains
Made packs disappear like David Blaine
These
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh
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