Worry Me Lyrics by Lil' Wayne

Worry Me Lyrics

    [Hook]
    You gotta walk like a (soldier)
    Talk like a (stunna)
    Move like a (player)
    And get it like a (hustler)
    You gotta walk like a (soldier)
    Talk like a (stunna)
    Move like a (player)
    And get it like a (hustler)
    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

    [Verse 1]
    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 Jaya
    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

    [Hook]

    [Verse 2]
    I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo
    Knowing on my waist is the sizzo
    Wheezy 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

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3]
    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

    [Hook]

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