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letra de i ain’t worried - lil baby

[intro]
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
chrome heart jeans, we’ll count it done when they amiri’s (woo)
summer called the crazy, have a ticket on some earrings
added for a decade, had the plug when i was sixteen
ptsd, i ain’t sleep, so i don’t got dreams
two things ain’t runnin’ out, this money and this lean (yeah)
two things i care about, my family and my team (yeah)
we was ‘posed to keep it on the low, but why you screamin’?
ballin’ like the play-offs, i was tryna get a ring
penthouse in miami (really)
pretty wives fallin’ out like they wеre from nick cannon
tell that b-tch to have a sеat and i know that she can’t stand it
tell them boys it’s “f-ck ’em all”, ain’t got no understanding
legend in my neighbourhood, for real, free shannon
keepin’ my composure, i’m on chill, i can’t panic
they said i wouldn’t make it past two years but i managed to
you supposed to go out how you feel, i’m not mad at you
g-wagon, matte blue
[chorus]
she get my rocks off, i buy her goal yards
f-cked all them times and still act like i don’t know her
i hurt that pressure burst pipes, i come so hard
why y’all on my d-ck? you know that’s your ho’ job
i ain’t worried about nothin’
everybody they own boss, we all gettin’ this money

[verse 2]
i was in the trap too, i f-cked off my sixth tooth
most of that sh-t cap, can’t go for that, you say it’s facts, prove it
plug had us on it stashed up but now we back movin’
they thought they was winnin’ ’til i entered up, now they back losin’
brodie in prison, on the house phone gettin’ tattooed
i don’t know who told you to come for me, that’s a bad move
i ain’t in no sp-ce for no company, i’m in a bad mood
only thing i got her is bye-bye, it’s the cash rules
if you think i ain’t runnin’ this money up, you a d-mn fool
tryna count my pockets, my net worth ain’t on no d-mn google
fifty million dollars in a year, if i’m lyin’, shoot me
five-hundred thousand every show, i’m on my grind, stupid
i’ve been f-ckin’ and her best friend, i put ’em in a group text
they done made you mad, get in your bag, that’s how you ‘posed to do that
everybody got a hundred guns, they know where not to shoot at
i’ma get this guap until i’m done, bro, i can promise you that
i was on the block when sh-t was lit, for real, where the f-ck was you at?
never dropped no soft and hit a b-tch, for real, bro, we don’t do that
we the one that’s really out here pushin’, bro, i thought you knew that
couple in that water name, everybody look like “who that?”
[chorus]
she get my rocks off, i buy her goal yards
f-cked all them times and still act like i don’t know her
i hurt that pressure burst pipes, i come so hard
why y’all on my d-ck? you know that’s your ho’ job
i ain’t worried about nothin’
everybody they own boss, we all gettin’ this money

- lil baby

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