NLE Choppa ft. Lil Wayne – Ain’t Gonna Answer

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NLE Choppa ft. Lil Wayne – Ain’t Gonna Answer Lyrics

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Don’t be worried ’bout what we be doing
What we doing? Makin’ money
What they doing? Hatin’ on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other niggas doin’?
I don’t know ’cause I don’t stun ’em
Mind my business, on my momma
Fuck a nigga how I’m comin’

[Post-Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (Back that ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag ass man up (Bag his man up)
Say that she yo’ bitch, she my private dancer (Private dancer)
You can call her phone, but she ain’t gon’ answer (Ain’t gon’ answer)

[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Go, go, go, go
Know how to turn a bitch up, talkin’ way pass the ceiling goes
She fuck with me because these karats like a rabbit silly, ho’
My nigga pop Percocets, bite like a willy, ho’
From the city of Memphis, we known for mackin’ and pimpin’
But I’m hot boy, I can’t lie, I got some Weezy up in me
You know that shit it’ll get greasy, I’m in the streets like a meter
She tellin’ me that she need me, but Lord know she a eater
Ayy, tell ’em, drop his nuts, he holding too much tension in his balls
Made ’em run a four flat, but he was six feet tall
Like a high school ho’, I’m tryna hit all y’all
Yeah, I seen ’em stumble, but I’m tryna make ’em fall, fall
Shake it, she was fully dressed, now she naked (Naked)
Backshots, front shots, make a bitch shapeshift (Shapeshift)
Ready for the cumshot, told her to taste it (Taste it)
Bad bitches chase me, I use to fuck basics (Basics)
She askin’ for my raw dawg, ho’, you get a latex (Latex)
Ball deep in her mouth, make a bitch say less (Say less)
Swallow my nut or yo’ friend a replacement (‘Placement)
Put her on her knees, yeah, I call that good graces

[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Don’t be worried ’bout what we be doing
What we doing? Makin’ money
What they doing? Hatin’ on us (Hatin’ on us)
If they want it, take it from me (Take it)
What them other niggas doin’?
I don’t know ’cause I don’t stun ’em
Mind my business, on my momma
Fuck a nigga how I’m comin’

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[Post-Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (Back that ass up)
Shots out the switch made him bag ass man up (Bag his man up)
Say that she yo’ bitch, she my private dancer—

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She said, “Come here,” she said, “Get here”
She said, “Stop playing, nigga, bring that dick here”
Ooh, I got bitches waitin’ to see me like a premiere
Ooh, and her mouth be full of semen, look like veneers
Ooh, don’t be worried ’bout what I’m doing, don’t be worried ’bout who I’m doing
Don’t be worried ’bout who I flew in, all these Percocet I’m chewin’
All these Birkin and this Louis got her twerking that lil’ booty
She said, “Throw that dick Lil Tunechi,” she gon’ catch it like a movie
I be X’ing bitches out, leave her at that nigga house
Never thought I’d leave my kids until I left them in her mouth
I be stretching bitches out, you be stressin’ bitches out
I’m like Lionel Messi, kickin’ messy bitches out
Girl, you workin’ with some ass hat, I smack it with my backhand
Ooh, she got that fat cat, I give that cat that cat scan
From a hot boy to a madman, that high-water or hell deep
Call him NLE, you can call me “Machiavelli”
Shirt off, Choppa on, Weezy baby, Babylon
I’m greedy, baby, Ramadan, I got my slimes with me, it’s a slimeathon
Wake up with Balenciaga, pyjamas on with two bitches
Check my phone, new pictures, I check your ass like the new Twitter (Tunechi)

[Chorus: NLE Choppa, NLE Choppa & Lil Wayne]
Don’t be worried ’bout what we be doing
What we doing? Making money
What they doing? Hating on us
If they want it, take it from me
What them other niggas doin’?
I don’t know ’cause I don’t stun ’em
Mind my business, on my momma
Fuck a nigga how I’m comin’

[Post-Chorus: NLE Choppa, Lil Wayne, NLE Choppa & Lil Wayne]
Big booty bitch, made her back her ass up (Back that ass up)
Shots out the switch, made him bag his man up (Bag his ass up)
Say that she yo’ bitch she my private dancer
You can call her phone and I’ll probably answer, nigga

[Outro: NLE Choppa & Lil Wayne]
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go (Haha, Mula, Baby)
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go