Chance The Rapper - I Ain't Word lyrics

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Chance The Rapper - I Ain't Word lyrics

[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**y right there Redbone mangos right there See them shroomies right there We ain't got no worries [Verse 1] D. Rose on that a**, 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 a** kicked in I'll hoop in Shaqs and Timbs Chit chat with Chris Mintz-Pla**e And laugh at Jags and rims T-T-Y-L-ing the labels and L-O-L-ing they friends Hello Hell 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 damn near f**ing Erykah Badu" rap Girbaud flow is too strapped My screws loose, I'm too slapped Just got this b**h 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 a**' 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***am I ain't word [Hook] [Verse 2] Unreluctant optimist, most poppingest Got popular,try topping this, Triceratops BJs from baby bopping b**hes Throat lozenges Ma**aging it, no touching it Okay, touch on it But don't rush on it Ration it, pa**ionate While imagining me smashing it Dash out at like 4:30,hands smelling like potpourri They ain't give my n***a no jury, so I don't give no n***a no mercy When my little f**ing brother rap better than you My sh** get your girl way wetter than you You rap veterans you, my nerdy brethren you Stuff you in a f**ing 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***as that's probably starving for new sh** you could sound like That's that sh** that I don't like But I ain't really worried I'm a wordy motherf**er I could hurry But I'm buried in her p**y from the last tape [Hook]