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tjxxy - no worries lyrics

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[hook: javen x]
ain’t got no worries
that girl ain’t my shortie
i pull to party
i playboy like carti
she feelin’ like cardi
she sippin’ bacardi
toyota no rarri
she fake like a barbie
ain’t got no worries
that girl ain’t my shortie
i pull to party
i playboy like carti
she feelin’ like cardi
she sippin’ bacardi
toyota no rarri
she fake like a barbie

[verse 1: javen x]
said that she love me she feel like zacari
i left her hanging she said she gon’ call me
look at the homie he said that he got
squad like army
b-tch when i flex keep it wet like dasani
roll up we flying like thouxanbaunfani
(d-mn what he say again)
i said that we flying like thouxanbanfauni
b-tch i’m still icy with ten dollars on me
b-tch i’m so high that i feel like i’m falling
look in her eyes you could tell that she want me
i ain’t no ho so i tell her get off me
spillin’ my coffee watch when i wake up these waves they gon’ copy
screaming he caught wait in the lobby
i got enough people tryna rob me shade in the awning sh-t

[hook: javen x]
ain’t got no worries
that girl ain’t my shortie
i pull to party
i playboy like carti
she feelin’ like cardi
she sippin’ bacardi
toyota no rarri
she fake like a barbie
ain’t got no worries
that girl ain’t my shortie
i pull to party
i playboy like carti
she feelin’ like cardi
she sippin’ bacardi
toyota no rarri
she fake like a barbie

[verse 2: tjxxy]
ain’t got no worries
the f-ck off my wave n-gga (wave)
so many b-tches wanna ride on my surfboard
i tell ’em behave n-gga
i just be sippin’ coronas and go the f-ck about my day n-gga (yeah)
i just be living in moments and roll up with that purple haze n-gga
top off getting topped off in la
with a shortie but she ain’t my bae
she just wanna f-ck cos she see me flexing
hit her g-spot like that’s good connection
hit from the back call it backwood
ain’t a pretty face but her -ss good
we don’t really talk we don’t conversate
we just roll the weed up and meditate like
yuh (ooo sh-t)
up on the top (uh)
hip hot like a box
smoking a blunt (sh-t)
pull up with a glock
we shoot at your spot (yeah)
we shoot at your mans
your b-tch a thot
she giving me top
you throwing the hands
i cut the check and i pay in advance

[outro: tjxxy]
ain’t got no worries my n-gga i’m just being honest sh-t
all of these b-tches be trippin’ i just don’t acknowledge it
don’t really talk to the n-ggas that i got a problem with
i just sit back and sip ack and then act like they don’t exist
d-mn



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