Ain't Goin 4 Nun Lyrics
Ain't Goin 4 Nun Song Lyrics
Real n***a first
Psy go and check my credentials
I never did nun flaw
My name clean ya digg?
Hop out fresher then a peppermint
I'm fly, you see it
My bankroll is big
My bch booty is big
Okay
100's, 50's, 20's in my pocket
Different colors
Dead presidents
She fked me first night
Posed to be celibate
I think it's cuz my name
Probably because my chain
Probably how I sit back in this Maybach switching lanes
You think you too cool
I'm a cool laid back n***a
Get mad
Be wanting wack n***as
I fell back from them Xanax
Cuz I trip out
Start to smack n***as
My name hold weight
I'm talm bout mo weight than a fat n***a
My guns came customized
With boxes on the back n***a
Rich n***a
I'm flying first class
Bout 50 thousand on me
Risk taker
Just landed in my city with some sour on me
I want my flowers now
So when I die don't need no flowers on me
Police watchin
Trying to catch me lackin with some power
I ain't goin for nun
My grandma raised a dog
I bought some of the best guns
Shoot it
Bullets rip thru walls
I ain't nun but 5'7
They talk bout me like Im tall
Hit they block they turn to babies
I made all them n***as crawl
N***a I ain't going for nun again
I gotta say it twice
Too slick with the dice
I get high as kites
I shoot off to Pluto erry night
Amiri jeans $1100
Psy who ain't get no money?
If I paid to get your hair done
Ion wanna see no bonnet
Me and Head made millions
Split that sh*t like it was nun
Went to the car lot
Bought some fast sh*t
Right now I'm having fun
Had to cut my eater off
But I just text her bae Im done
Being petty with you
I'm sitting here ready for you
N***a kill mine
Then I kill yours
Stand up tall like a billboard
I was broke
I used to steal for it
Rob n***a
Take and kill for it
I'll still do it
Suit up
Throw this mask on
If I go broke againnnnn
These n***as dead wrong
This boy must not got his head on
Cuz if he reach for mine
I swear to God his head gone
I shoot like John Wick
And knock sh*t out like Jon Jones
Fk you talk'n bout
Real n***a first
Psy go and check my credentials
I never did nun flaw
My name clean ya digg
Hop out fresher then a peppermint
I'm fly, you see it
My bankroll is big
My bch booty is big
Okay
100's, 50's, 20's in my pocket
Different colors
Dead presidents
She fked me first night
Posed to be celibate
I think it's cuz my name
Prolly cuz my chain
Prolly how I sit back in this Maybach switching lanes
You think you too cool
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