Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ain't Worried Bout Sh*t, artist - Birdman. Album song Like Father Like Son, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Ain't Worried Bout Sh*t |
Ha, I’m, so cool, yeah *** |
Stand one, blow one ***, Birdman |
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want |
'Til they come get us *** |
You feel me? |
We gon' chase it 'til we can’t chase it no more |
So y’all might as well eat this food *** |
And it got to be the best of the best |
One, come one shorty, get with me *** |
See I, ride when I gotta, grind 'cause I gotta |
Milk this game 'til it’s sour |
Why I gotta do the Backstreets when it’s hotter |
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up |
The tool yellin' like, holla, you heard me? |
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee |
You try join him, I can help you with that |
I’m important in rap but I’m special with gats |
You know the young God bless you in fact |
Like you sneezed or somethin' |
Even with a stack of money in they hand |
They ain’t squeezin' nothin', I’m Weezy f*** it |
Leave a motherf***** wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah |
And I don’t ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy |
And as for money, watch the young God turn cash to money |
'Cause that’s him |
Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s*** |
We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich |
The cops on my trail so my track I switch |
See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this |
Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s*** |
We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich |
The cops on my trail so my track I switch |
See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this |
Yeah, pimpin', there’s some fraud 'round here |
N**** better stop hatin' before they disappear |
I see the same ol' *** |
And pop the same ol' *** 'til your neighborhood hit, bitch |
Disrespect that Nolia dogg |
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg |
And make a n**** understand |
When you f***** with a soldier with the grandmaster plan *** |
I’m tryin' to make a few millions |
Buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin' |
And go and raise my children |
Got it on my mind, that’s the way a n**** livin' |
I bring ya back '84 |
*** game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' *** |
'Cause we was doin' it dogg |
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg |
Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s*** |
We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich |
The cops on my trail so my track I switch |
See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this |
Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s*** |
We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich |
The cops on my trail so my track I switch |
See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this |
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road |
And I’m hotter than a fire on the end of the fo' |
And plenty times I had to get it from the flo' |
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me |
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry |
Like the strings on the guitar |
And see you, you with that bull*** that’s leave way to the door |
Only to cut off the lights, goodnight |
Look, it’s Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on |
Every n**** uptown gotta have they tool on |
Yeah, and they Birdman’d down |
N**** represent the bling 'cause I hold my own crown n**** |
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em *** |
The only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em |
And go and get some more dough, *** |
Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s*** |
We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich |
The cops on my trail so my track I switch |
See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this |
Yeah, and we ain’t stressin' 'bout s*** |
We grindin' like a mo’f***** tryin' stay rich |
The cops on my trail so my track I switch |
See n***** with money shouldn’t act like this |
Birdman, made man *** |
Yeah, that’s how it’s goin' diggity *** |
Give anything in between |
If you in the line of duty n**** you got your issue, n****, feel me? |
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