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letra de dont worry / molly - bryson tiller

[part 1: don’t worry]

[intro]
i, still got it, my n-gga
don’t worry ’bout me, n-gga
never worry ’bout these n-ggas
sk!ll level on fleek, n-gga
out in south beach where the weed
i came up that’s how it seem
shout out my big brother king

[verse 1]
tiller quit playing boy, you got this
turn up on these n-ggas, make the kn-b twist
you know i’ve been going through a lot of sh-t
i gotta start thinking ’bout the positives
came up on a check, i take it to the bank, deposit it
she hate when she tell me one thing and i do the opposite
that’s just how i be when i be thinking ’bout the guap and sh-t
like i give a f-ck ’bout a hater hypothesis
if you putting money up, put your bands on him
that’s your best bet, cause the man gon’ win
if sh-t get outta hand, i put my hands on him
d-mn, tiller you went super saiyan on them
i’m about that action, put the cam on him
true, n-gga all h-ll broke loose
live from the motherf-ckin’ l-o-u
doing numbers, getting numbers in my cell phone, too
like viewer discretion
come through with a weapon
my crew is the sh-t and your newest sewer the essence
i blew through the finish, ooh but you was in second
i’d do a song or two with you if you was impressive
cut you a deal on it if that’s what you were suggesting
you getting me too congested, i think i need mucinex
cause you sicken me, like “can i get a freebie?”
are you kidding me?
i gave your b-tch a third of my d-ck, she want the trilogy
she feeling me
never met n0body real as me
that’s cause most of these n-ggas weak
keep the shade coming, boy, you never offending me
and you better watch your b-tch, cause yo that’s my way of getting even
i call it tricking season, i ball like reggie miller
never been a petty n-gga, don’t say that for any reason
n-gga it’s go time, been that the whole time
really speaking, and n-ggas know i did it in no time, ay
i did it in no time ay
trap$oul on the motherf-ckin’ way…
i gotta go on the motherf-ckin’ way
lexington i’m on my motherf-ckin’ way
young tiller

[part 2: molly]

[intro]
molly
i got the trap, and the soul
i ain’t just r&b, no no
word
the sound fresh to death like so-so
b-tch i’m bound to get- bound to get next
so here we go, here we go!

[verse 1]
i’m a young boy coming out the ‘ville (true)
this sh-t still don’t seem real (no)
if i don’t do it n-gga, tell me who will (who?)
young tiller ball like lucille (luc’!)
young tiller keep it too trill
went from papa johns, to popping up in your city
now i got a piece of mind, i gotta keep a new b-tch equipped
she from the islands
trench coat mobbin’, she want me to holler
i can’t help it that i’m modest
and why these n-ggas lying? you just act like an impala
when you should be more like nada
yo, seriously, don’t!
versace my cologne, my city i put on
i did it on my own, b-tch i’m more than just one song
call me what you want, just don’t call when i’m in my zone
gotta put my phone on airplane mode
all my n-ggas share they hoes, but i’m so stingy with b-tches
big bank in my britches, lit dank in my swisher
get faded no clippers, i hang with them hipsters
don’t you compare me with any of these n-ggas

- bryson tiller

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