Ain't Worried Lyrics - Euro

I'm that Dominican nigga, yo bitch be talking bout' 

I'm in a different city, you can fuck her now 

I got a whole collection, of my ho collection 

Y-M-C-M-B no autocorrection 

I said fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas 

Security don't check my niggas, all y'all niggas gon respect my niggas 

Either that or get a wack or get a bat to back of the neck my nigga 

Yeah that shorty with y'all, with y'all cause she never met a big dog 'til she met 

my niggas 

Got a big dream, from a small town 

Got a small circle, you'll never get around 

Old hoes thinking I'mma put em on now 

Room full of bad bitches, I'mma put em all down 

Hoes been broke, who's rich now? 

I ain't never had change, why switch now? 

Money talks nigga, I ain't never heard shit 

Til y'all heard me spit, [?] 

Gotta mojo, with a flow-flow 

Gotta whole load, don't know if it's a promo 

Never cuff hoes, hell no that's a no-no 

Cooling in the cut with a [?] sipping romo 

No love for the po-po's, gotta pour more for my niggas in the hell hole 

Never tell though, I'mma need a little more dope for my uncle 

Cause I sell flows and he sell dope 

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Nigga work 

God Euro 

What up this Mack The fortune teller 

The nigga that put y'all on Miley Cyrus 

Negrodamus my nigga 

Predicting futures 

You need some lottery numbers holla at me nigga I got you 

Put a nigga in that hearse, Long ass K no nino 

Word to Martin I'm cole but just call me buck shots 

Like Pam make a nigga say "Damn Gina" 

Millzy! money don't mean nothing, my youngin' 

Will kill you for some sneakers (blah) 

This Dedication 5, no vacations slime 

We in the endzone and they in bleachers 

Cheerleaders, we ain't worried bout nothin, nothin 

Nigga act dumb, push the buttonm, fuck em 

Get'em out of here like the sixth foul in the NBA, little nigga no discussion 

Boy I'll close ya case, like judge Millz Lane 

All y'all wack ass niggas stay out of Millz lane 

Big guns that go over the should dog 

My team strapped, no overalls. 

So please don't make me do it 

Got soldiers and shooters 

These bullets will swallow 

Like shots of khalua 

When we light up the weed 

We fly like a rumor 

Then hop on the plane 

And fly over you losers 

Put racks on your head now you sleep in the sewer 

I'm not from this era that beef on computers 

Look boy if it's war then all we coming after you 

Especially if I'm smashin your sister like [?] 

Shots in your challenger, shots in your passenger 

Hittin your girl then I'm passing her 

Jae Millz ain't worried bout nothin 

Young Money ain't worried bout nothin 

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D5! 

We ain't worried bout nothin (Young Money) 

Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (Jae Millz) 

Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin (not a thing) 

Nigga we ain't worried bout nothin