2morrow (We Ain’t Worried) DOM KENNEDY (Ft. Ty Dolla $ign)
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[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Oh oh oh
[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
The girls all cling to me
After she took a shower I let her wear my Supreme hoodie
I'm fully paid, got a young face when I'm fully shaved (oh, oh, oh)
I like Griffey, my dad favorite would be Willie Mays
You get in the game be true to it
They say that I got a lot of hoes but I was used to it
Thinking 'bout her body and what I would do to it (oh, oh, oh)
Looking at the stars, getting head, I call that moonroof
She said "I can't fuck with you Dom cause you too stupid" (oh, oh, oh)
Used to love Death Row and I used to love Ruthless
Talking 'bout the Westside, right there on Crenshaw (oh, oh, oh)
Back in '93 everybody was from Lench Mob
Girls ain't groupies, most these niggas are (oh, oh, oh)
Stop buying Jordans, save up, you should get a car
Buy you a laptop, buy you a saxophone (oh, oh, oh)
I got a clean bed, me and you can get nasty on
She love it when I talk dirty
It's only 3:30 (oh, oh, oh)
I know you at work but can you come home early?
Just me and my bitch (oh, oh, oh)
And all she wanna do is hear me say some fly shit
Oh oh oh
[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
The girls all cling to me
After she took a shower I let her wear my Supreme hoodie
I'm fully paid, got a young face when I'm fully shaved (oh, oh, oh)
I like Griffey, my dad favorite would be Willie Mays
You get in the game be true to it
They say that I got a lot of hoes but I was used to it
Thinking 'bout her body and what I would do to it (oh, oh, oh)
Looking at the stars, getting head, I call that moonroof
She said "I can't fuck with you Dom cause you too stupid" (oh, oh, oh)
Used to love Death Row and I used to love Ruthless
Talking 'bout the Westside, right there on Crenshaw (oh, oh, oh)
Back in '93 everybody was from Lench Mob
Girls ain't groupies, most these niggas are (oh, oh, oh)
Stop buying Jordans, save up, you should get a car
Buy you a laptop, buy you a saxophone (oh, oh, oh)
I got a clean bed, me and you can get nasty on
She love it when I talk dirty
It's only 3:30 (oh, oh, oh)
I know you at work but can you come home early?
Just me and my bitch (oh, oh, oh)
And all she wanna do is hear me say some fly shit
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