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No Worries Video (MV)




Performed By: Lunaticc Wicc
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Lunaticc Wicc




Lunaticc Wicc - No Worries Lyrics




And for Mod Yute, I'm on go cause that's Big Lunaticc
DBD , death before dishonor, i still go by that (true ta that)
Day one niggas, no new niggas no new cellies, same cellie for 2 years type shit
Real shit nigga
Look
Look
Look

I be with pistol tottin', dro smokin', lean pourin' headtapping ass niggas
Nigga want some work?
Just pull up, make sure you bring the cash with ya
I be blowin' money fast nigga (Blowin' money fast)
Try me that's your ass nigga (Try me that's your ass)
Nigga talkin' down 'bout luna probably
Cause I don't f*ck with that nigga

I be with trigger happy, head bussin'
Jaccboy' pimpin ass niggas (Yeah!)
I'm a young, black male, dropout, felon
Worth a couple trophies, ass nigga (Nigga)

I'm a versace ralph lauren roccin, you can smell me before I come around ass nigga (Ayy, ayy)
Cause I'm a leanin' ass, wylin ass, rollin' out the bin ass nigga
And I got it from the mud (And I got it from the mud)
My that's my cuz (Mod yute that's my cuz)

We was in the cell and we was in the stu'
And we was out there tottin' guns
Took hard work to run them racks up so we f*ck it all for fun
And Air Force would be proud of me so I f*ck it all for 1's

And we got choppers with the drums (What?)
All type of f*ckin' guns (All type of f*ckin' guns)
Know the Feds watchin'
Niggas prolly writin', I ain't talkin', I'ma run (I ain't talkin', I'ma run)

When they find me, I be high
Chiefin', chokin', coughin' up my lungs
Benji full of Hunds
I don't check for hoes in the club

I buy ale, sprite, sesh, sour with my ones
90-dollar cups (90-dollar cups)
But I'm through with that shit, tryna give it up
Yeah, I fell in love (Yeah, I fell in love)

'Member saying I could never get enough
Bitches on me, they can't never get enough
Link em, any day I'm gettin' f*cked
3 AM, in the Stu just me and cuz

Who the hottest from the 'Go? Just me and us
Take it how you wanna, I don't give a f*ck
Nigga run up on me, all you hear is buck (Bow)
Now somebody pick him up (Body pick him up)

Treat my phone like a nba ball, every time I pick it up
Record labels calling now
Nigga balling like I'm tryna pick 'em up, nigga (Huh)
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And for Mod Yute, I'm on go cause that's Big Lunaticc
DBD , death before dishonor, i still go by that (true ta that)
Day one niggas, no new niggas no new cellies, same cellie for 2 years type shit
Real shit nigga
Look
Look
Look

I be with pistol tottin', dro smokin', lean pourin' headtapping ass niggas
Nigga want some work?
Just pull up, make sure you bring the cash with ya
I be blowin' money fast nigga (Blowin' money fast)
Try me that's your ass nigga (Try me that's your ass)
Nigga talkin' down 'bout luna probably
Cause I don't f*ck with that nigga

I be with trigger happy, head bussin'
Jaccboy' pimpin ass niggas (Yeah!)
I'm a young, black male, dropout, felon
Worth a couple trophies, ass nigga (Nigga)

I'm a versace ralph lauren roccin, you can smell me before I come around ass nigga (Ayy, ayy)
Cause I'm a leanin' ass, wylin ass, rollin' out the bin ass nigga
And I got it from the mud (And I got it from the mud)
My that's my cuz (Mod yute that's my cuz)

We was in the cell and we was in the stu'
And we was out there tottin' guns
Took hard work to run them racks up so we f*ck it all for fun
And Air Force would be proud of me so I f*ck it all for 1's

And we got choppers with the drums (What?)
All type of f*ckin' guns (All type of f*ckin' guns)
Know the Feds watchin'
Niggas prolly writin', I ain't talkin', I'ma run (I ain't talkin', I'ma run)

When they find me, I be high
Chiefin', chokin', coughin' up my lungs
Benji full of Hunds
I don't check for hoes in the club

I buy ale, sprite, sesh, sour with my ones
90-dollar cups (90-dollar cups)
But I'm through with that shit, tryna give it up
Yeah, I fell in love (Yeah, I fell in love)

'Member saying I could never get enough
Bitches on me, they can't never get enough
Link em, any day I'm gettin' f*cked
3 AM, in the Stu just me and cuz

Who the hottest from the 'Go? Just me and us
Take it how you wanna, I don't give a f*ck
Nigga run up on me, all you hear is buck (Bow)
Now somebody pick him up (Body pick him up)

Treat my phone like a nba ball, every time I pick it up
Record labels calling now
Nigga balling like I'm tryna pick 'em up, nigga (Huh)
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Writer: Lunaticc Wicc
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