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chance the rapper – i ain’t word كلمات اغاني

[hook: detail, lil wayne, and chance the rapper]
you can look me in my face
i ain’t got no worries (i ain’t word) x3
see them shroomies keep me up
so i ain’t got no worries (i ain’t word) x3
you see money right there
yeah that’s (me) right there
yeah that’s (me) right there
and we ain’t got no worries
you see p-ssy right there
redbone mangos right there
see them shroomies right there
we ain’t got no worries

[verse 1]
d. rose on that -ss, that means back again
i hit my zan so hard
man, i’ve been practicing
i’m going straight to the league, and not by accident
don’t get your -ss kicked in
i’ll hoop in shaqs and timbs
chit chat with chris mintz-pl-sse
and laugh at jags and rims
t-t-y-l-ing the labels and l-o-l-ing they friends
h-llo h-ll and heaven, you haven’t heard the half of it
have at it half-happy
30-something year old, broke graduate
over the wave like du-rags,getting paper like dude rap
nineteen, making that “i could be d-mn near f-cking erykah badu” rap
girbaud flow is too strapped
my screws loose, i’m too slapped
just got this b-tch too turnt
just got my nose 2pac’d
l.a reid like, “who’s that?
jimmy iovine like, “who’s that?
whole world like, “who’s that?
whole hood like ‘dude -ss’
i’m from little shorties with the shot up shirt
where babies get kilt like a scottish skirt
95-ing down the ryan
and i’m flying, skirrt
keep on asking if i’m trying n-ggam i ain’t word

[hook]

[verse 2]
unreluctant optimist, most poppingest
got popular,try topping this, triceratops
bjs from baby bopping b-tches
throat lozenges
m-ssaging it, no touching it
okay, touch on it
but don’t rush on it
ration it, p-ssionate
while imagining me smashing it
dash out at like 4:30,hands smelling like potpourri
they ain’t give my n-gga no jury, so i don’t give no n-gga no mercy
when my little f-cking brother rap better than you
my sh-t get your girl way wetter than you
you rap veterans you, my nerdy brethren you
stuff you in a f-cking locker, 10 day letterman you
you wanna jock me, jockers (aah)
my style’s fathering you
i know it’s bothering you
probably an anomaly
but it’s probably n-ggas that’s probably starving for new sh-t you could sound like
that’s that sh-t that i don’t like
but i ain’t really worried
i’m a wordy motherf-cker
i could hurry
but i’m buried in her p-ssy from the last tape

[hook]

- chance the rapper

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