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Worry about yourself, baby, I'll be good I just wanna die in peace tonight You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight Everybody cold where I come from Cut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle And a pocket full of numbers Don't stutter, slang from the gutter Got bang for ya butter Got my name from my mother No other, shinin' thru' the shutter Say she over me Whatever, 'cause she underneath my covers Bet you wish you had my flow I know I'm dope, I could ask your ho Bet you wish you got me mad You don't, you won't, not never Stop blowin' up my phone Yo, run that shit back for me Worry about yourself, baby, I'll be good I just wanna die in peace tonight You can see it in my face, so I wear my hood Feelin' like it's five degrees tonight Everybody cold where I come from Cut your mans down, you was lookin' for a come up Next summer, I'll be on a island, with your bitch and a bottle And a pocket full of numbers Aus Songtexte Mania