BITCH DONT WORRY BOUT IT Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Yeah, Tarantino the Bangem Boy aka Mr. Anthrax man
A man you get so tired of people asking you so many questions
You feel like you taking a multiple choice exam or something
I mean they all in your face asking you crazy ass questions and shit
I mean they be asking shit like this here
I see you got them new J's on flexing like a boss
I was bout to cop some how much did they cost
And you got the matching shirt was it on sale
Who painted your Chevy boy that thang wet as hell
Who ya cell service with mine with Verizon
But I'm bout to switch to Metro cause my rates keep rising
What you think of Jay-Z you heard about T.I.
Will slap Chris joking calling Jada G.I.
These the kind of people that be getting on my nerves
It's a question mark coming after every damn word
Need to get ya own business all in everybody else
Momma should've told ya worry bout ya got damn self
Talk more than a chick asking questions like you high
Every sentence starts with who what where when or why
Gone get up out my face I ain't got time to talk to you
Gotta tend my own business that's what real niggas do
How you stacking all that bread up
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
When you brought a new car
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Aye why yo brother went to jail
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Aye how you signing all them deals
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
I seen ya baby momma riding thru the city with Lorenzo
I thought yawl got married why she riding in his Benzo
How you stay strapped up and you always at the crib
How you keep them ladies running in and out of where you live
Who filing ya taxes for ya who claiming ya kids
How ya momma doing why ya daddy ain't shit
Why you bussing at them boys why you got them running scared
Why ya pants sag why them dreads in ya head
If I had a dollar every time you ask me a question
I'd have a hundred K and spend it all in a session
You ain't noticed I act deaf every time you try to speak
Should've been a commentator always wanna run ya beak
Everybody know ya business and you try to tell theirs
Always got a sob story but nobody really cares
You know how to spot a hater you know what I'm talking bout
You just hopping out ya car and first thing out they mouth is
How you stacking all that bread up
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
When you brought a new car
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Aye why yo brother went to jail
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Aye how you signing all them deals
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
Bitch don't worry bout it
