Young Nudy, Lil Gotit - No Worries lyrics

Young Nudy [Quantavious Tavario Thomas] Atlanta, Georgia.U.S.

[Young Nudy, Lil Gotit - No Worries lyrics]

(Wah-wah-wah) niggas don't wish me well
Just pray for your homies
I'm gon' give Hell
Real top shottas in jail
So I got no choice but to slime by myself
Ready to drop shells
And we stick to the code, we
Bring them vibes to the lear
And we livin' life, yeah, up in the air
(Woo) pourin' the lean like juice
Got flippin' out the bag and
I made this pair can't show no love, no, no
Them niggas don't think I get that fair

Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million (Mind on a million)

I'm drippin' this shit with a big
Bankroll and my high-top socks
Whole lotta shots when the
Block got fought, yeah, with them Glocks
These niggas can't come around, no, no
They don't drip like us
I ain't gotta cap, bitch
I'm Cartier bustin' (Let's go)
Pop a Percocet now my heart got a rush (Woo)
F&N, boom boom boom, yeah, it's us
Whole lotta ketchup, yeah
My pockets real stuffed (Racks)
My bitch came foreign with a whole lotta gas
Playin' with sticks like Toys-R-Us
(Hoodbaby)

Niggas don't wish me well
Just pray for your homies
I'm gon' give Hell
Real top shottas in jail
So I got no choice but to slime by myself
Ready to drop shells
And we stick to the code, we
Bring them vibes to the lear
And we livin' life, yeah, up in the air
(Woo) pourin' the lean like juice
Got flippin' out the bag and
I made this pair can't show no love, no, no
Them niggas don't think I get that fair

Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly (Slimeball)
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million (Slimeball, ha)

I'm bustin' down in Philly (yeah)
I'm kicking shit right here in Philly (Uh)
And my pocket got a whole damn fifty (Damn)
And I got a Glock, that bitch hold a fifty
Drop-top my roof, no ceiling (Drop-top)
I'm sippin' on drank and
I'm feeling myself
And I'm feelin' all these bitches (yeah)
And I got these hoes on my
Dick and these pussy niggas envy
(Uh huh, yeah) got a murderistic mind
I'll have a motherfucker missing (Bah)

(Wah-wah-wah) niggas don't wish me well
Just pray for your homies
I'm gon' give Hell
Real top shottas in jail
So I got no choice but to slime by myself
Ready to drop shells
And we stick to the code, we
Bring them vibes to the lear
And we livin' life, yeah, up in the air
(Woo) pourin' the lean like juice
Got flippin' out the bag and
I made this pair can't show no love, no, no
Them niggas don't think I get that fair

Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million
Can't show no fear or love
Take a trip to Philly
Ridin' through that city
And my mind on a million

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