Z-Ro, Big Pokey - Don't Worry Bout Mine lyrics
[Z-Ro, Big Pokey - Don't Worry Bout Mine lyrics]
Yeah, crock bull and the Crooked
Big E oin the track, you know I'm saying
That's all I'm saying (it's a Big E beat)
Yeah, doing my thang though, know I'm saying
SUC in here, yeah aiight what
Say me, I'm just doing my thang though
Crocks on
Wife beater linen looking good in my Kangol
4-5 on the hip, you know how this game go
The outside's jelly, but the inside's mango
Don't watch me watch your weight, if you hate
I got enough ammo, to body rock the state
Don't worry bout me mayn, I got that covered
And the block is like pork chops
I got that smothered
When my kush is tasting like
And these bricks I run but what you can do
Is stay up out my mix that come
Crock bull count cash, on the regular homie
Even when I'm hitting corners
On the cellular homie get your mind off me
And get it on your money
Cause, I'mma ball and parlay
When it's grey or sunny
I'm the real deal, you niggas funny bunny
Fake ass niggas 'feit, like they funny money
I'm not worried about you
I'm not worried I'm not worried
I'm just worried about me
I'm just worried about myself
Too many problems, on my mind living shife
Is starting to be a full time grind
I'm just trying, to live my life
And when I die, I hope I see Jesus Christ
Fuck people
Cause all these people don't treat me right
They say they love me
But they shoot me right between my eyes
Bitch if you ain't screwed up
Lace your shoes up we stationary
Like a statue that you can't move up
I'm 87-32, better known as a Hoover
Mind your bidness my nigga
I'll run my fist all the way through ya
Fuck around and kill one of these nosey ass
Niggas and bitches if they make me
Cause they can smell it in Sunnyside
When I pass gas in Katy
Ya'll ain't write none of my songs
So why in the fuck is ya'll on stage with me
And when I get a retrial
And start back blazing
Ya'll can't blaze with me
They on the dick of Joseph McVey
So focused on me
They can't do what they need to do
For them through they day and it's fucked up
I never had love for a bitch
I'm about my money
Too many years, I done paid the price
You must be smoking
If you think I'mma make you my wife
And I never had love for a nigga
I'm about my money
Even if they murder me, I ain't going nowhere
Turn up the volume to the radio
I'll be right there
I'm not worried about yoooooou
I'm just worried about meeeeeee
I'm not worried about yoooooou
I'm just worried about meeeeeee, heeey
Don't worry bout mine, worry bout yours
Big E oin the track, you know I'm saying
That's all I'm saying (it's a Big E beat)
Yeah, doing my thang though, know I'm saying
SUC in here, yeah aiight what
Say me, I'm just doing my thang though
Crocks on
Wife beater linen looking good in my Kangol
4-5 on the hip, you know how this game go
The outside's jelly, but the inside's mango
Don't watch me watch your weight, if you hate
I got enough ammo, to body rock the state
Don't worry bout me mayn, I got that covered
And the block is like pork chops
I got that smothered
When my kush is tasting like
And these bricks I run but what you can do
Is stay up out my mix that come
Crock bull count cash, on the regular homie
Even when I'm hitting corners
On the cellular homie get your mind off me
And get it on your money
Cause, I'mma ball and parlay
When it's grey or sunny
I'm the real deal, you niggas funny bunny
Fake ass niggas 'feit, like they funny money
I'm not worried about you
I'm not worried I'm not worried
I'm just worried about me
I'm just worried about myself
Too many problems, on my mind living shife
Is starting to be a full time grind
I'm just trying, to live my life
And when I die, I hope I see Jesus Christ
Fuck people
Cause all these people don't treat me right
They say they love me
But they shoot me right between my eyes
Bitch if you ain't screwed up
Lace your shoes up we stationary
Like a statue that you can't move up
I'm 87-32, better known as a Hoover
Mind your bidness my nigga
I'll run my fist all the way through ya
Fuck around and kill one of these nosey ass
Niggas and bitches if they make me
Cause they can smell it in Sunnyside
When I pass gas in Katy
Ya'll ain't write none of my songs
So why in the fuck is ya'll on stage with me
And when I get a retrial
And start back blazing
Ya'll can't blaze with me
They on the dick of Joseph McVey
So focused on me
They can't do what they need to do
For them through they day and it's fucked up
I never had love for a bitch
I'm about my money
Too many years, I done paid the price
You must be smoking
If you think I'mma make you my wife
And I never had love for a nigga
I'm about my money
Even if they murder me, I ain't going nowhere
Turn up the volume to the radio
I'll be right there
I'm not worried about yoooooou
I'm just worried about meeeeeee
I'm not worried about yoooooou
I'm just worried about meeeeeee, heeey
Don't worry bout mine, worry bout yours