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feat. Shraban & Ejike

Yeah I can't see now, I'm drunk
Too drunk to drive
So pour out, one bad, if you wanna get high
I thought you might soon, warrup, warrup, warrup
But you got 2 bottles of the Don Perignon
So warrup, warrup, warrup
What the flight took on, no carry on
Yeah, king for a day, I'm the man in town
What you playing right now, quit playing right now
I'm a beast, throw a motherfucking feast for the team
Everything on me, okay?
In the mood to throw it, 20 dollar bills I'ma blow them
Breakfast in the hell, where you going
This your new favorite movie so you better start recording
That's some cheese motherfucker, do that shit for fun
Like chop screw a blunt
I wanna drink, dose sex with a couple of blondes
Record 3 hits then get some lunch, I'm on

Don't you worry bout a thing
Don't you worry bout a thing, no no
Don't you worry bout a thing
Don't you worry bout a thing, no no

Don't you worry bout a thing
You know I got you baby
Nothing in between us, I just see you're that guy
We can do it one thing, late night thing
Get a little freaky, do a little nasty
I thought that you know, that you feeling me now
All on your body, do a little nasty
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry my baby, my baby
I know that you feel me, know that you wanting me, baby

Don't you worry bout a thing
Don't you worry bout a thing, no no
Don't you worry bout a thing
Don't you worry bout a thing, no no

Vivid, everything's fiddy
Lame niggas hating on our style don't get it
No I really, ??? of the city
You don't know me yet? Girl where you been
I'm that nigga in the audi with the tint
Gold g shock with the hand a lot of hands
In a Gucci money clip, I'ma touch a rubber band, stun
I be blowing money like it's none,
And it's some, I didn't come from humble beginnings
So when I finish living I gotta make sure I made at least 100 million
You niggas wanna shatter the town well come and get it
I gotta warn you though, it's where I'm feeling
Oh you talking down, I can hardly hear you
I gotta stop when I spot a mirror
I self reflect and I saw a leader
Them boys looking some like medea
My girl so sweet that's why I eat her
Nina's part zero by the leader
Costing cigarillos by the pound,
This is how it goes down in my city triple d
When you're fucking with a g like me or any nigga in the fleet
If you doubt bet I make you a believer
You just gotta come and see us
Sending middle finger to my haters in a bleachers
Give a fuck about a bitch or a bitch nigga feelings
No way, no way, oh no

Don't you worry bout a thing
Don't you worry bout a thing, no no
Don't you worry bout a thing
Don't you worry bout a thing, no no

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