I Ain't Word (feat. Lil Wayne)

I Ain't Word is a song Chance released on his soundcloud in 2012.

Lyrics
[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 pussy right there Redbone mangos right there See them shroomies right there We ain't got no worries

[Verse 1:] D. Rose on that ass 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 ass kicked in I hoop in Shaq's and Timbs Chit chat with Chris Mintz-Plasse And laugh at Jags and rims T-T-Y-L-ing the labels And L-O-L-ing their 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 19 making that I could be damn near fucking Erykah Badu rap Girbaud flow is too strapped My screws loose, I'm too slapped Just got this bitch 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 ass' 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 Nigga, I ain't word

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[Verse 2:] Unreluctant optimist Most poppingest Got popular Try topping this Triceratops BJs from baby bopping bitches Throat lozenges Massaging it No touching it Okay, touch on it But don't rush on it Ration it, passionate While imagining me Smashing it Dash out at like 4: 30 Hands smelling like potpourri They ain't gettin hung My nigga, no jury So I don't give no nigga no mercy When my little fucking brother rap better than you My shit get's your girl way wetter than you You rap veterans you My nerdy brethren you Stuff you in a fuckin 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 niggas that's probably starving for new Shit you could sound like That's that shit that I don't like But I ain't really worried I'm a wordy motherfucker I could hurry But I'm buried in her pussy from the last tape

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