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lirik lagu i ain’t word – chance the rapper

[hook: detail (chance)]
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 hoop in shaq’s 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 their 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
19 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 whose that
jimmy iovine like whose that
whole world like whose 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, skirt
keep asking if i’m trying
n-gg-, 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 gettin hung
my n-gg-, no jury
so i don’t give no n-gg- no mercy
when my little f-cking brother rap better than you
my sh-t get’s your girl way wetter than you
you rap veterans you
my nerdy brethren you
stuff you in a f-ckin 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-gg-s 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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