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midwxst – hmu كلمات اغاني

[intro]
no, i ain’t worried ’bout no bag or worried ’bout a check
no, i ain’t worried ’bout no bag or worried ’bout a check
no, i ain’t worried ’bout no bag or worried ’bout a check
no, i ain’t worried ’bout no bag or worried ’bout a check

[chorus]
no, i ain’t worried ’bout no bag or worried ’bout a check
’cause i been countin’ up these racks, i ain’t known to stress
and i been smokin’ on that pressure, feel it in my chest
baby, i’m different, i’m not like these n_ggas like the rest

[verse 1]
and boy, they think that this sh_t funny, boy, you is a clown
and know what we doin’ [?] spray a hundred rounds
you lookin’ like you is a b_tch, you look like you’s a clown
these n_ggas really steal my swag, they walk off with my sound
why you mad, boy? why you copyin’ all my swag? d_mn
you on my soundcloud, you been listenin’ to my tracks, d_mn
she pulled up to my crib, i’m like, “girl, what’s the plan?” d_mn
don’t f_ck with 12, no, i don’t f_ck with uncle sam, nah
lyin’ out your ass, boy, you cappin’ up on twitter
mama raised a winner, no, she ain’t raised no d_mn quitter
gotta make a call, i’m finna call up one of my hitters
chopper finna warm you up like this sh_t is the winter
i only make hits, boy, i ain’t never miss
my n_ggas pull up with the magazines, we don’t need clips
i don’t care what n_ggas gon’ say, no, i don’t give no sh_ts
them bullets shootin’ right through your body, shoot them hollow tips
[chorus]
no, i ain’t worried ’bout no bag or worried ’bout a check
’cause i been countin’ up these racks, i ain’t known to stress
and i been smokin’ on that pressure, feel it in my chest
baby, i’m different, i’m not like these n_ggas like the rest
no, i ain’t worried ’bout no bag or worried ’bout a check
’cause i been countin’ up these racks, i ain’t known to stress
and i been smokin’ on that pressure, feel it in my chest
baby, i’m different, i’m not like these n_ggas like the rest

[verse 2]
i don’t wanna talk, no, no, no, no, no
do not hit me up, don’t hit my phone, phone, phone, phone, ah
i been goin’ through this sh_t, gon’ do this sh_t alone
rip to all my n_ggas, [?], yeah
i do this for you, i don’t do this for me
n_ggas love to run they mouth, they talk that sh_t ’bout me
that chopper gonna have to shoot, them bullets gonna sting
i got the chrome hearts on my fingers, got it on my rings
shots gon’ spray, no, no, they won’t miss
hatin’ on the kid, know they don’t wanna see me live, no
i get on my mic and then i talk all my sh_t, yeah
you be rockin’ converse while i’m rockin’ them ricks, yeah

- midwxst

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