Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aint Stressin (My Own Girl) , by - Juicy J. Release date: 29.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Aint Stressin (My Own Girl) |
| I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl |
| I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs |
| I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs |
| I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs |
| I walk in the party with my own drugs |
| Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl |
| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
| I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl |
| I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs |
| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
| While you stressin' me, God keeps on blessing me |
| I know how to make money, baby, this the recipe |
| Your pussy get rest to peace, especially murder scene |
| Hit her from the back, she like, «Hercules! |
| Hercules!» |
| (tell 'em) |
| Started from a pot, then I took over the spot |
| Then I took over the block, then I took over hip-hop |
| Then I started geekin', then I started tweekin' |
| Then I started reachin', then I stop speakin' |
| Finished Monday, started on the weekend |
| Gas in my car, I got gas in my 'gar |
| You can smell it when I’m passing your car |
| It’s the last of the raw, all you need is a straw |
| And when I ain’t feelin good, all I need is a mall, showin' off, uh |
| Your pockets on doughnuts (yeah) |
| Got my posse out in broad day |
| Been up all night, its been a long day |
| I’m trying to get higher, fucking up my feng shui |
| I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl |
| I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs |
| I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs |
| I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs |
| I walk in the party with my own drugs |
| Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl |
| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
| I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl |
| I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs |
| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
| Styrofoam cups got flying spirt |
| Double cup full of Ms. Buttersworth |
| Brownskin bitch in a tennis skirt |
| With some rolling papers, full of purp |
| Couple of bad hoes in a penthouse suite |
| Ya’ll broke niggas ain’t in my league |
| I swear this game been good to me |
| I’m a veteran in this game, why would I leave? |
| Real niggas, thats all I see, Pimp C, R.I.P |
| I’m up all night, like «Fuck some sleep» |
| Push start button, like «Fuck the key» |
| Your boy’s too broke, can’t fuck with me |
| My hoes too fine, can’t fuck for free |
| Ya’ll niggas out here savin' hoes |
| I’ma start calling you niggas «Justice League» |
| I’m on codeine, I’ma dope fiend |
| Got Molly world for that party girl |
| Ecstasy, she want the best of me |
| Turn her out, she a naughty girl |
| Your bitch choose my girl, like |
| I ain’t gotta speak my wife, get her |
| Lickin' on me like an Optimo |
| Get a boy a Sprite and now pour a pitcher |
| 450 for a zip of strong, codename: gas money |
| Magic City, cuttin' up, bitch shakin' their ass for me |
| Fuck the bitch in my back seat |
| If she hit the window, she a crash dummy |
| I’ma dope boy to get fast money |
| And every stand I’m for me, I’m gone |
| I ain’t gotta fuck yo bitch, I got my own girl |
| I ain’t gotta smoke your weed, I got my own drugs |
| I ain’t gotta drink your drink, I got my own drugs |
| I ain’t gotta pop your pills, I got my own drugs |
| I walk in the party with my own drugs |
| Got my girl on the Molly with her home girl |
| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
| I really ain’t stressin', I ain’t even stressin' |
| I ain’t gotta fuck your bitch, I got my own girl |
| I ain’t gotta smoke you weed, I got my own drugs |
| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |
| I really ain’t stressin', ain’t even stressin' |