rizzy wallace - stressed out lyrics
[intro]
yeah i’m stressed
[chorus]
i ain’t tryna think about nothing yeah i’m stressed, if i thing about s-x and the checks i get stressed out x4
i ain’t tryna think about nothing yeah i’m stressed yeah x2
[verse 1]
i ain’t tryna think about nothing let me rest b-tch
after s-x, all these b-tches tend to leave me stressed out
i ain’t tryna think about nothing but the checks necessary
yes, flex
on my way to be the best out
i ain’t tryna think about nothing
gotta figure out something
i got writers brock, f-ck am i gon’ do now
i ain’t trine think about nothing but i gotta write something i might need some top like biggie at the stu now
i’m just tryna get that cheese that guap, but that sh-t gon’ drive a n-gga crazy
shawty knows i’m that n-gga that’s gon’ be on top, so she tryna f-ck a n-gga crazy
u should give me head, give me top
promise i ain’t gon’ sweat you girl
u should give me head give me top
best out on the block mhh yeah
flip on me hoping i’ma flop mhh yeah
couldn’t walk a mile mhh yeah
walk a mile in these high-tops mhh yeah
n-gga i ain’t rich mhh
‘till all my n-ggas rich mhh
n-gga i ain’t rich
n-gga i ain’t rich mhh
’till all my n-ggas rich mhh
all you do is stress me out lil’ b-tch
beat the p-ssy ’till it goes miaow lil’ b-tch
uber out side, ciao lil’ b-tch
i ain’t tryna be rude please be out lil’ b-tch
yeah it’s natural
everything factual
pull from the future with a casio
futuristic and it’s annual
rappers be my sons i’m they dad-dad-daddyo
who callin’?
prolly yo b-tch
prolly yo b-tch, i’ma answer this, n-gga
she sais you a lame and she want a real n-gga
mhh, yeah she want a real n-gga, mhh
yeah f-ck a b-tch, f-ck a n-gga b-tch put it in the -ssh0l-
all my n-ggas really with the sh-ts tho
-vibes-
[verse 2: manast ll’]
lets do it lets do it
i’m going x2
i’m going
i’m gone, you lonely without (going, without me)
yeah x2
got me stressed
got me stressed out
i ain’t tryna think about you girl you got me stressin’ (for real)
i’m focused on my money and my blessings (sh-t)
yeah i love when you wake up on my chest
but i love it more to wake up with some cash (lets do it lets do it)
hop out the bed making money and sh-t (yah)
on a mission i don’t care bout’ the bullsh-t (yah)
i don’t switch but them b-tches they did it (yeh)
they talk bout loyalty but ain’t really with it (yeh yeh)
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