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Artiste:
Rot Ken
Titre:
Worried Bout That
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Shawty know she ain't my ho, so why she tripping? I put white diamonds on top of the watch, it shine like a Christian I was down bad on the block, I got me some Louis, Givenchy He better not play with that guap, I send them boys on a mission Yeah, and they coming back with that cash I used to be down in the middle of the summer, I had to go get off a bag I used to go post on the block, .357 sit right in my lap It's gon' be just fine, I ain't worried 'bout that You not a shooter, boy, you a greener I turn a bad bitch to an eater I was the same guy from the sandbox, fuck first night then I leave her I'm with the same guys with the same Glock, bullets rang out like a beeper If I'm lying, I'm flying, I go to the Lord, I go the Lord right now If you play with the boy then you gone I rock nothing but Gucci cologne Was a full moon in the middle of the night, leave a body in the middle of the road I got two hoes on two different flights, fly 'em in and I'm sending 'em home But she said she didn't wanna go, and she said she loving the flow Send them bags on a yacht, not a boat Clean up that money just like it was soap Tryna find love inside this world, tryna find love inside my soul Just bought a new coat that warm my heart, and that Wocky, sipping it more And more, and more Shawty know she ain't my ho, so why she tripping? I put white diamonds on top of the watch, it shine like a Christian I was down bad on the block, I got me some Louis, Givenchy He better not play with that guap, I send them boys on a mission Yeah, and they coming back with that cash I used to be down in the middle of the summer, I had to go get off a bag I used to go post on the block, .357 sit right in my lap It's gon' be just fine, I ain't worried 'bout that