Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Worry Me , by - Lil Wayne. Song from the album 500 Degreez, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Worry Me |
| Because I won’t let y’all worry me |
| I got something chrome that I carry with me |
| It’s Young Weezy Wee y’all ain’t scaring me |
| I’m the seventeen don till they bury me |
| Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay |
| I’m H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay |
| I’m so fly I’m the Birdman Jr |
| Stunting in the gray uh |
| Shortie play your player |
| Slick clean hey ya |
| Fifteen riding with me spray ya |
| You don’t want no drama with me play fa |
| Keep low or it’s murda she wrote pussy nigga |
| I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking |
| Plus my late pops still looking |
| Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp |
| Think it’s all big fish I don ate the shrimp |
| Roll out with the hood cuz I’m so damn street |
| I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me |
| And that’s how Weezy Wee be |
| And y’all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me |
| I’m riding and I’m dolo on my way to the stizzo |
| Knowing on my waist is the sizzo |
| Weezy so hot Glock ten and a pistol |
| Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil |
| Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential |
| I stick to my mental |
| Don’t make me stick my fifth to your temple |
| Forget I’m getting rich for a cent |
| Bitch I’m coming get you for my baby mama’s rent I will flip you |
| 90 on the highway seeing what the whip do |
| Cops get behind me they want see the whip too |
| S-Q professor C-M-B alumni |
| Everybody else fails except the young guy |
| Don’t worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine |
| Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine |
| The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine |
| I can’t lose cuz I won mine |
| Now run yourself |
| I got five drinks with me |
| And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe |
| Three guns |
| Two bitches |
| And all I need is one knife |
| And I bet you don’t like |
| C’mon we only get one life |
| And if it’s done right |
| Freak a nigga might wife her |
| You know S-Q galore low chop three striper |
| I’m just trying to keep paper |
| Please, don’t be a hater cuz he’ll take ya Weeze |
| Don’t be a major cuz he greater |
| Cheese gon feed Nate |
| Brother it’s keys or emceeing |
| And I’m a C-O-A cuz I can move yay |
| Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck |
| And y’all don’t starve me |
| That shit could be bad for your heartbeat |
| Cash’ll get you snatched in a heartbeat |
| Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard |
| Damn whore |
| Yeah I know |