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midwxst - hmu lyrics

[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 lyrics

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