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jxy24k – i ain’t worried bout that lyrics

[chorus]
these n-gga’s is mad
they just tryna get this bag
i ain’t worried bout that
they talk like they shoot
going on about they past
i ain’t worried bout that
this chain cost 2
never looking at no tags
i ain’t worried bout that
hit ya b-tch went oou
can’t never f-ck with no pools
i can’t worried bout that
i ain’t worried bout that (lil baby)
i ain’t worried bout that (lil baby)
i ain’t worried bout that
i ain’t worried bout that (lil baby)
i ain’t worried bout that (lil baby)
i ain’t worried bout that
i ain’t worried bout that (lil baby)
i ain’t worried bout that (lil baby)
i ain’t worried bout that
i ain’t worried bout that (lil-)
i ain’t worried bout that (lil baby)
i ain’t worried bout that (lil baby)

[verse 1]
tay he wack
n-gga never had no strap
n-gga’s talking out they trap
run in yo trap
that’s for a mof-cking fact
and push ya whole wig back
we here for yo life
n-gga you keep all the cash
we here to do yo b-tch -ss
pistol whiplash
n-gga’s gonna flinch fast
i ain’t worried bout that
i got my strap
this glizzy get busy, any city
i ain’t stressing bout nothing
you need proof
bullet hole’s through yo roof
better jump and cover yo son
you n-gga’s is dumb
yo b-tch she know how i c-m
my d-ck is deep in her lungs
the gun don’t stun
the kickback it act like a pun
stop with all of them sums
you can pull up to the station
f-ck a n-gga, i’m waiting
and my jeweler is asian
my joint, caucasian
yo b-tch let me f-ck
in her cause my d-ck slanging
and my b-tch is slaying
so these other b-tches hating
i don’t f-ck broke b-tches
but i’ll make some arangements
shawty worried bout who giving me head
but ya head tangling
whatchu banging
set tripping stop claiming
what the f-ck am i aiming
anything, you put in my hand
imma make it start slanging
hollows be singing
first time i had the strap
i had to ring it
you n-gga’s be dreaming
over here with the hundreds
ain’t the only thing that is raining

[verse 2]
aye, man
i see n-gga’s tryna steal my style right through my ray-bans
aye, man
you n-gga’s talk so tough but so i could write down a statement
aye, man
facetime with yo first and last hit i’m just sayin’
aye, man
if it don’t have me on the track then it won’t reach a k man
i got goons, they take lots
i got yo boo, she take pipe
when i go shoot, they going hot
don’t step in the field, if you going silent
i put ketchup over my fries
they is b-tches they dip and they slide
i flip them bye
even if my b-tch love my d-ck she will never ever leave it dry
f-ck you
and yo gang
you only mad
you can’t hang
you got guap
imma stay, imma skrt
off in my lane
imma skrt
off in my lane
yo b-tch give brain
we don’t know her name
who this thot?
little f-cking b-tch
little f-ck it up
little f-cking snitch (ha)

- jxy24k lyrics

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