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Playboi Carti - Dont Worry Freemix Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, hold up
Got that old coupe outside
Yeah, yeah, hold up
Got that old coupe outside
(That be Maaly Raw)
Hold on

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)
Can't worry 'bout me (I'm tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can't worry 'bout me, I'm tryna pop some)
I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)
I'm tryna fuck all these bitches (I'm tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up (We tryna count it)
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Verse: Wiz Khalifa]
Okay
She wanna pop up
Break it down, then she hop up
Now she givin' that top up
Drinkin' McQueen, no Vodka
They like, what she rockin'
Look like her booty talkin'
She got drip like a faucet
We record it then watch it
No, I won't make a promise
All about makin' dollars
Make it bounce like Impalas
Ooh you gon' get me caught up
All that ass, I can't fight the temptation (Okay)
Hard to keep the skirt down when she shake it
In the west, but smokin' like Jamaicans
Can't do nothing for her, if she basic
Got her with me rolling up and drankin'
Ass up in the air, the pillow where her face is
Ayy, ayy, okay
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)
Can't worry 'bout me (I'm tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can't worry 'bout me, I'm tryna pop some)
I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)
I'm tryna fuck all these bitches (I'm tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up (We tryna count it)
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Verse: TSXSN]
Why you worried bout the kid?
Why you all on my dick?
Why you always talking shit?
When you know that you a bitch?

Why yo pieces never hit?
Why yo drip ain’t got no drip?
Why yo reaching you lick?
Call the deacon now he dead

New bitch old bitch yo bitch wanna roll with me inside of this fararri bitch I’m sorry you can’t ride
I gotta slide
To the money keep it coming
Ain’t shut funny when it comes to dis paper paper
I’m icy like a glacier
Hater hater I see you though a telescope
They say that I’m hella dope
But these niggas don’t want no smoke
It’s guaranteed they’ll overdose
I’m a glitch you’ll overload
Ya mainframe worrying about my game plan
You's a super lame

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)
Can't worry 'bout me (I'm tryna pop some)
Hold up, yeah (Can't worry 'bout me, I'm tryna pop some)
I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)
I'm tryna fuck all these bitches (I'm tryna pop some)
We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)
We tryna get these bands
We tryna count up (We tryna count it)
We tryna get geeked
We tryna count up
We tryna get it in

[Outro]
(That be Maaly Raw)