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22 Savage – Worry Lyrics

[Intro]
Hahahahahahaha
Mamma don’t be worried about me, don’t worried about me (Don’t be worried)
Don’t be worried about me
(Don’t be worried)
Cuz I ain’t got no worries
Lord protect me
(Lord I ain’t got no worries)
From everybody who want do me in lord
But I ain’t worried about no nigga, know what I’m saying
Travis James Entertainment nigga, you know what it is

[Hook]
My mamma said she worried about me
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
When I leave she be worried
Mamma don’t be worried about me
I got this heat when I leave, I ain’t got no worries
My mamma said she worried about me
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
When I leave she be worried
Mamma don’t be worried about me
I got this heat when I leave, I ain’t got no worries

[Verse 1]
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
I’m chasing that sack, I’m running them bandz up
When I was young my daddy told me son you got to man up and band up
Ever since then, the beginning then
A lil nigga chasing that ticket
My brother he thugging, he know that I love em
Nigga he play games on spinning
Got to stand up for what you believe
So I stand on top of my work
These hoes lies, these niggas don’t keep it real
So I ain’t got time for no love
I put my trust in myself
Cuz Imma die by myself
I go to jail by myself, I can’t tell on myself
Niggas face fear when you spin
Make sure you hit somebody
Cuz when I spin, Imma spin, Imma hit somebody
My mamma she scared for me, she know that I’m living too fast
I told my mamma you got to speed up in order to crash
I really be thinking about crashing
I got too much to loose
I’m out on bond waiting on trial for a murder I’m stressed
Lord send me a blessing, yeah, yeah
And when I crash, Imma crash out
Play with me, imma leave you assed out (assed out)
Fuck around and body bag something
Mamma love me, she know I’m thugging

[Hook]
My mamma said she worried about me
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
When I leave she be worried
Mamma don’t be worried about me
I got this heat when I leave, I ain’t got no worries
My mamma said she worried about me
Told my mamma don’t be worried about me
When I leave she be worried
Mamma don’t be worried about me
I got this heat when I leave, I ain’t got no worries

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22 Savage – Ain’t No 21

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Ain’t no 22
Ain’t no 23, (Yeah)
Ain’t no… (Inaudible)

[Intro: 22 Savage]
Ain’t no 21, bitch this 22
Ain’t no 21, bitch this 22
(Skert, Skert, Skert, Skert)
This that Travis James shit
Make the wrong move and get your fucking brain split
38. [?] just to catch the fucking shells
I know some real niggas that’ll never, never, quit

[Hook: 22 Savage]
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

[Verse 1: 22 Savage]
These niggas be talking like they really with it, these niggas ain’t with it, them niggas they pussies
22 niggas messed up like monkeys the city we runnin’
You niggas ain’t got it, you niggas ain’t poppin’
[?] with a rocket
Pussy ass niggas talkin’ shit, he on that molly
All them niggas frontin’ they ain’t never caught a body
Travis James Entertainment, send your bitch a molly
38. special what I use for a stick up
Caught ’em off [?] with his fucking lip up
Niggas hate the kid, ’cause I’m fucking all they hoes
All them pussy niggas, they deserve to be exposed
Pull up on your block then let down the windows
Click-Clack; And I’m out the window
22

[Hook: 22 Savage]
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

[Verse 2: 22 Savage]
Look, look, look, look
Them hammers’ll get ’em, the faster we clip ’em
I’m strapped up like the navy
You a scared nigga, and you softer than a baby
Travis James shit, bitch we finna run the nation
And jack you out your cut, bitch you don’t get no pay-check
[?] ten grams then I stretch it like it’s latex
I be in the [?], where niggas be killin’ and robbin’
Shot that nigga with the pistol ’cause the bitch tried to rob me
Put that on my mama, I ain’t never been a bitch
If you rob me and succeed then I gotta take my lick
And I be in the trenches, I’m juggin off that sticky
40 got a stitching, when I up it ain’t no missin’
I be in the trenches, juggin off that sticky

[Hook: 22 Savage]
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

This ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
And this ain’t 21, bitch this 22
Young 22 love grippin’ automatics

[Outro: 22 Savage]
Ain’t this ain’t 21, bitch
Bitch, this 22
Move that dope like it’s food
Nigga I’m a fool
Ain’t no 21, bitch
Ain’t no 21, bitch
Ain’t no 21, bitch
This 22