RUFUS BLAQ

RUFUS BLAQ - Don't Worry (My Shorty) lyrics

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(feat. Spinderella)

[Rufus Blaq]

Dont worry

[x2]

Yo Yo Yo U da bomb in ya lace wit da hot body

Work it out uh dont stop mommy

Drop on me

Cant afford to lose u

And watch all deze small time cats choose u

In tha third eye dey could abuse u

Hear u on da park bench sayin boohoo

All dese player hatas wanna do is do u

Spend a little doe and brew u booze to

It aint cristyle he bringin u bru bru

Showin u love shit dat few do

[Spindarella]

Oh is that so

Den who wuz dat hoe

That u wuz kissin on, trickin on, sippin mo

Hands in her pants on tha dance flo

Slow jam style to an uptempo

Ima put it down plain and simple

Funny style cats get lost to my flow

[Rufus Blaq chorus]

Dont Worry

My shorty

Dont u like tha way I dish out tha cash yeah yeah

Cant u understand dat I missed dat ass uh huh

Dont Worry

My Shorty

Baby I know u wanna make it last

Im da one datta take care of dat ass

[Spinderella]

Baby its real in my field and tha grass is green

You aint got game u jus lie and scheme

[Rufus Blaq]

You wuznt talkin all dat when I wuz freakin u out

Eatin u out

But u taste sweet in my mouth

[Spinderella]

That aint what its about

Cuz love and respect

You can keep ya 6 figure checks and ya lex

[Rufus Blaq]

I remember when u wuz spendin dem

Whippin in my lex whitcha friends and dem

Ha ha

[spinderella]

I remember when a balla in tha makin

When I took u from Okies ta Tims

[Rufus Blaq]

Den I took myself from Tims ta Gators

Im tha owner of tha team no longer a player

[chorus]

[Rufus Blaq]

Keep ya mind on ya money and ya heart on keeping it

Luvs gon be der never try seeking it

If u aint ballin dont try speaking it

u got a good girl u shouldnt be out freaking shit

Im tha cure for tha common cat

Never been a typical and I woke let a nickel go

I love my shorty in all honesty

But I cant stop her if she gon leave me

I make mistakes straight up who dont

I fell for an ass in tha face who wont

I messed up damn now my girl wanna jet

Gimme tha chance to progress

Now tell me

How many cats u know that got doe

and aint gettin sweated fo tha cash flow

Its hard out there dont doubt me

We get down now shorty Stick it out wit me

[chorus x2]

Tha things u do......

Tha things u do....

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