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platinum(fgm) - ain’t worried lyrics

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[hook: christian radke]
i don’t really kno how to feel about this, shorty got a man and ain’t worried bout sh-t
imma’ chug my drink can you re-supply this, cause imma get drunk is you really bout this
imma’ take her back to the back yea, baby just don’t get attached yea
imma’ throw this money i got stacks girl, imma’ throw this money i got stacks girl
i want round two where you at girl, i know you bout it bout it you a bad girl
imma take her back to the back yea, baby just don’t get attached yea

[verse 1: platinum]
shorty staring through the gucci frames, i walked up on her introduced the gang
she laughed and said platinum a stupid name, now she call me her bae and we doin things
her old man keep calling, calling, calling now he on block i got to her brain
she giving me head in the cruising lane now her babydaddy don’t know who to blame
he go to work in the morning i pull up and slide in her mouth while she yawning
she roll a blunt when i walk in when i light it up her lil’ fire get started
she got p-ssy for days as long as it’s shade cause platinum don’t play in the garden
but i’m stuck in my ways, i bust in her face and she just tell me i’m r-t-rded
in the bedroom is a workout, think i’m flexing then yo’ b-tch can testify
she tell me she f-ck all her hurt out, i just laugh and i say you ain’t never lying
she reach in her bra pull a perk out, and then she hit the blunt seven times
then she look at me in my eyes, we go back at it i kant think of a better time

[hook: christian radke]
i don’t really kno how to feel about this, shorty got a man and ain’t worried bout sh-t
imma’ chug my drink can you re-supply this, cause imma get drunk is you really bout this
imma’ take her back to the back yea, baby just don’t get attached yea
imma’ throw this money i got stacks girl, imma’ throw this money i got stacks girl
i want round two where you at girl, i know you bout it bout it you a bad girl
imma take her back to the back yea, baby just don’t get attached yea

[verse 2: platinum]
she call me daddy like everyday, handle business and dip i don’t ever stay
she go hard in the paint she don’t ever play, head is a k!ller and p-ssy like heaven’s gate
go a round and now she need a minute, got to more but she say she ain’t finish
she tell me she love when i’m in it then we get s-d-stic, you peons might think that we trippin
we both pop a pill ain’t no overdose, f-ck for a day and we fall in a comatose
that’s my lil’ baby i’m mad then she overdrove, she put my weed on her body where no one knows
you gon’ be waiting you wait for yo’ b-tch, she want penetration i say what it is
she leave outta state and come back for that d-ck, but the know i don’t play we ain’t having no kids
she love me cause my swagger unique, and n-gga you ain’t even new age
when she hit me up for the d, i swear we go missing for two day
i told her that p-ssy a treat now she keep it sweeter then kool-aid
and she told me that p-ssy for me, but that’s only cause i be the new wave

[hook: christian radke]
i don’t really kno how to feel about this, shorty got a man and ain’t worried bout sh-t
imma’ chug my drink can you re-supply this, cause imma get drunk is you really bout this
imma’ take her back to the back yea, baby just don’t get attached yea
imma’ throw this money i got stacks girl, imma’ throw this money i got stacks girl
i want round two where you at girl, i know you bout it bout it you a bad girl
imma take her back to the back yea, baby just don’t get attached yea



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