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Featuring Detail Look me in my past I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries See them stroamers keep me up So I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries You see money right there That’s Tunechi right there Yea that’s Batman right there And we ain’t got no worries You see pussy right there Bang more mangos right there Keep them drummies right there Yea, we ain’t got no worries Tunechi in this bitch, everybody should be worried The pussy niggas be purrin’ Bitches be diggin’ me I feel burrowin’ And if she made this dick hard She woke up to sleep the giant Man, your bitch speakin’ tongues Letras de cancionesEvery time we speak in private Hope your bar bust shot open ‘Cause we got here drinker Smoke so much that smoke it up there Have to bear with us In that Jeep with the doors off That mean that bitch sleep All these bitches think that I shit I sent ‘em up shit’s creek You see Tunechi right here Give me great ideas It’s okay if you turn up Just don’t turn off my light years All I know is I do it But I’m smokin’, I do it These a blood game, tyrue it All reds gotta die, even Stuart On my private jet and my stewardess is you bitch nigga, bitch nigga I know gold diggers and ditch diggers You don’t get this, you get these figures She say sorry I didn’t shave So that pussy is a little furry I put that pussy in my face, I ain’t got no worries Tunechi Look me in my past I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries See them stroamers keep me up So I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries You see money right there That’s Tunechi right there Yea that’s Batman right there And we ain’t got no worries You see pussy right there Bang more mangos right there Keep them drummies right there We ain’t got no worries We ain’t got no worries She bad as a hooker so she ain’t got no worries She won’t need to eat her sugar I say why you in a hurry She said why you askin’ questions? I say bitch you tryna be funny? Now take the fuck your clothes off Let me see that donkey kong I swing your ass back and forth Back and forth on my monkey bar That camel toe, that camel toe No worries, no pantyhose These niggas fallin’ off like bag of clothes I smoke more than a magic show I swear I saw my ho I swear she was with my ho You know I fucked them both Sore pussy and sore throat Bitch it’s Tunechi and I’m ouchea No worries, no worries I would talk about my dick But man that shit be a long story Look me in my past I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries See them stroamers keep me up So I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries I ain’t got no worries You see money right there That’s Tunechi right there Yea that’s Batman right there And we ain’t got no worries You see pussy right there Bang more mangos right there Keep them drummies right there We ain’t got no worries From Letras Mania