Worry Me Lyrics - 500 Degreez - Lil Wayne

(Hook) 

You gotta walk like a (soldier) 

Talk like a (stunna) 

Move like a (player) 

And get it like a (hustler) 

You gotta walk like a (soldier) 

Talk like a (stunna) 

Move like a (player) 

And get it like a (hustler) 

Because I won't let y'all worry me 

I got something chrome that I carry with me 

It's Young Weezy Wee y'all ain't scaring me 

I'm the seventeen don till they bury me 

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(Verse 1) 

Eh, it go whoa oh me oh my ay ay 

I'm H-O-T-B-O-Y ay ay 

I'm so fly I'm the Birdman Jaya 

Stunting in the gray uh 

Shortie play your player 

Slick clean hey ya 

Fifteen riding with me spray ya 

You don't want no drama with me play fa 

Keep low or it's murda she wrote pussy nigga 

I gotta keep it cooking cuz the streets still hot for a shooking 

Plus my late pops still looking 

Bust my tray quick if ya hate the pimp 

Think it's all big fish I don ate the shrimp 

Roll out with the hood cuz I'm so damn street 

I rep Hollygrove and Hollygrove rep me 

And that's how Weezy Wee be 

And y'all gon R-E-S-P-E-C-T me 

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(Hook) 

(Verse 2) 

I'm riding and I'm dolo on my way to the stizzo 

Knowing on my waist is the sizzo 

Wheezy so hot glock ten and a pistol 

Big rims with the tires thin as a pencil 

Mami want me cuz I got pimping potential 

I stick to my mental 

Don't make me stick my fifth to your temple 

Forget I'm getting rich for a cent 

Bitch I'm coming get you for my baby mama's rent I will flip you 

90 on the highway seeing what the whip do 

Cops get behind me they want see the whip too 

S-Q professor C-M-B alumni 

Everybody else fails except the young guy 

Don't worry bout Weezy for real nigga I done mine 

Got the biggest nuts up in here nigga I swung mine 

The streets taught me never to fear nigga I run mine 

I can't lose cuz I won mine 

Now run yourself 

(Hook) 

(Verse 3) 

I got five drinks with me 

And there be four chunks of dro up in my lung pipe 

Three guns 

Two bitches 

And all I need is one knife 

And I bet you don't like 

C'mon we only get one life 

And if it's done right 

Freak a nigga might wife her 

You know S-Q galore low chop three striper 

I'm just trying to keep paper 

Please, don't be a hater cuz he'll take ya Weeze 

Don't be a major cuz he greater 

Cheese gon feed Nate 

Brother it's keys or emceeing 

And I'm a C-O-A cuz I can move yay 

Like you never thought hard or soft like a duck 

And y'all don't starve me 

That shit could be bad for your heartbeat 

Cash'll get you snatched in a heartbeat 

Mash in a mad dash in a Cadillac with the alligator dashboard 

Damn whore 

Yeah I know 

(Hook)