| Yeah, DY Krazy
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| All my jewelry on me right now man, you know how I’m comin'
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| Fuck is they talkin' 'bout?
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| On gang we ain’t worried 'bout nothin'
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| Never was worried 'bout nothin'
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| Never gon' be worried 'bout nothin'
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| Fuck wrong with you niggas?
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| Fuck this rap shit, bitch I’m on gang shit
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| Niggas wanna beef now 'cause a nigga famous
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| Think it made me sweet but the money made me dangerous
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| Ain’t with all that fake shit, we pull up and spray shit
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| Let that nigga see me face to face and he won’t say shit
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| Strapped up like the Navy, my young niggas shady
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| Bitch we super slimy, slatt, we go brazy
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| Nigga you too close to my jewelry (back, back, back)
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| You gon' make me up the chopper, let that bitch go (brrat brrat)
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| I got choppers that go brrat, they go brrat, they go brrat
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| Lil nigga I got racks stacked on racks stacked on racks
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| Why the fuck you in the trap, you’s a rat, you get jacked
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| Fuck you doin' with this pack, pussy nigga give me that
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| Homie made me put them shooters on 'em swear to God I told 'em
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| Probably ran off on every nigga that said I owed them
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| All these blue hundreds in my pockets, I can’t fold them
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| Thought I was pussy nigga 'til this forty showed them
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| Yeah, had to learn the hard way, I been ballin' all day
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| Noddin' off, now my pockets size of PeeWee Longway
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| I got niggas in the projects trappin' out the hallway
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| All they do is sell drugs and rob niggas all day, yeah yeah
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| Word around town, opps say they want smoke
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| Hit the club the other week, a hundred deep on go
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| I ain’t lyin', ask the city, niggas know how we was rockin'
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| I was standing on the stage with the rocket in my pocket
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| Yeah security tried to search, told the bitch get out the way
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| If I cannot bring my gun in here I can’t come in today
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| Niggas lookin', I’ma pop off, check my resume
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| If I ever turn to pussy, god take my breath away
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| Boy don’t go against the gang, niggas know the mob crooked
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| My nigga FaceTime me layin' in the opp’s bushes
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| All this jewelry on me, I’ll advise you stop lookin'
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| Robbed the plug bare face and let him know that I took it
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| I ain’t worried 'bout nan' nigga
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| No exactly where I stand nigga
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| I’m a real Freeband nigga
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| On your head, get you dead nigga, facts
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| No worries |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Worries , by - Doe Boy. Song from the album No Worries, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп