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Worry Bout Yaself Video (MV)




Performed By: Flare
Language: English
Length: 1:49
Written by: Jordan M




Flare - Worry Bout Yaself Lyrics
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Yuh
Worry bout yaself, not what I'm doing, yeah
Ain't no competition bitch I ran through em, yeah
They don't know, know what go on
Thuggin out on my own
Yea yea
Geeking out at the computer like a coder
You ain't pay for this shit then nigga you can't smoke it
Niggas like some laundry man they keep folding, yea
Fly away
I been known to triple it nigga that's just how it is
I like hand to hand, shipping you don't know what you getting
These niggas beginning trends that I already finished, yea
They behind us
Baby thought you know ima rider
You can hit the door if you got a problem
Baby cold as snow and she got the fire, oh yea
I told her, ooh, I told her, I told her, ooh, yea
Love to run it up
I can't wait
No, I been drinking so much I can't feel my face
Woah, my only friend is Ben Franklin, woah
They acting like they care they just faking, woah
Worry bout yaself, not what I'm doing, yeah
Ain't no competition bitch I ran through em, yeah
They don't know, know what go on
Thuggin out on my own
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English

Yuh
Worry bout yaself, not what I'm doing, yeah
Ain't no competition bitch I ran through em, yeah
They don't know, know what go on
Thuggin out on my own
Yea yea
Geeking out at the computer like a coder
You ain't pay for this shit then nigga you can't smoke it
Niggas like some laundry man they keep folding, yea
Fly away
I been known to triple it nigga that's just how it is
I like hand to hand, shipping you don't know what you getting
These niggas beginning trends that I already finished, yea
They behind us
Baby thought you know ima rider
You can hit the door if you got a problem
Baby cold as snow and she got the fire, oh yea
I told her, ooh, I told her, I told her, ooh, yea
Love to run it up
I can't wait
No, I been drinking so much I can't feel my face
Woah, my only friend is Ben Franklin, woah
They acting like they care they just faking, woah
Worry bout yaself, not what I'm doing, yeah
Ain't no competition bitch I ran through em, yeah
They don't know, know what go on
Thuggin out on my own
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Writer: Jordan M
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