Nun Nun Songtext
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Nun Nun Songtext
Niggas ain′t talkin' ′bout nun-nun
I don't split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I'll get ′em gone for the hundun
Niggas ain′t talkin' ′bout nun-nun
I don't split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I′ll get 'em gone for the hundun
Here, kitty-kitty, it′s a pussy fuckin' with me, in my left, left titty, I'ma keep about 50
I ain′t got no filter when I snap like Getty, want my flowers no pity, I prefer no lilies
Licky-licky, licky-licky, licky-licky, licky, watch you get my leg back and make the envelope sticky
Count all my hoes, I got double D′s, no titties, I'm the type to pull up late, still take you, make it quickly
Keep it on my hip, niggas straight lip, niggas straight chicken, pull the ranch and dip (fire-fire, fire-fire)
Real niggas ′round, not a finger I lift, float a .9 five times and make it do a double shift (boo)
You bitches can't rap, I′m the motherfuckin' GOAT, won′t get in a booth, so get a boot to the show
Can he eat this pussy? I told him, "No", your veneers 'bout as big as SpongeBob, you a ho
Niggas ain't talkin′ ′bout nun-nun
I don't split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I′ll get 'em gone for the hundun
Niggas ain′t talkin' ′bout nun-nun
I don't split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I'll get ′em gone for the hundun
That face card scream, "Let me speak to the manager, bitch, like right-right now"
It declined, so little bitch, pipe down, three dots in the text, I′m his type now
Hop in the back, I'ma hop in the front, got a problem with a bitch, you can hop in the trunk
This net worth is what hoes want, couldn′t reach this net even if a ho dunk
She pull up in a motherfuckin' back, tryna see where he at, GPS said he in some ass crack
She actin′ like the feds to her ex, but she really FedEx, gave him box, and he never looked back
In fact, I'm knowin′ these hoes straight cap, don't need a bad hair day to ever prove that
I whisper in his ear everythin' he wanna hear, then the next day, I′m lookin′ at him like we never met
Niggas ain't talkin′ 'bout nun-nun
I don′t split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I'll get ′em gone for the hundun
Niggas ain't talkin' ′bout nun-nun
I don′t split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I'll get ′em gone for the hundun
I don't split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I'll get ′em gone for the hundun
Niggas ain′t talkin' ′bout nun-nun
I don't split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I′ll get 'em gone for the hundun
Here, kitty-kitty, it′s a pussy fuckin' with me, in my left, left titty, I'ma keep about 50
I ain′t got no filter when I snap like Getty, want my flowers no pity, I prefer no lilies
Licky-licky, licky-licky, licky-licky, licky, watch you get my leg back and make the envelope sticky
Count all my hoes, I got double D′s, no titties, I'm the type to pull up late, still take you, make it quickly
Keep it on my hip, niggas straight lip, niggas straight chicken, pull the ranch and dip (fire-fire, fire-fire)
Real niggas ′round, not a finger I lift, float a .9 five times and make it do a double shift (boo)
You bitches can't rap, I′m the motherfuckin' GOAT, won′t get in a booth, so get a boot to the show
Can he eat this pussy? I told him, "No", your veneers 'bout as big as SpongeBob, you a ho
Niggas ain't talkin′ ′bout nun-nun
I don't split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I′ll get 'em gone for the hundun
Niggas ain′t talkin' ′bout nun-nun
I don't split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I'll get ′em gone for the hundun
That face card scream, "Let me speak to the manager, bitch, like right-right now"
It declined, so little bitch, pipe down, three dots in the text, I′m his type now
Hop in the back, I'ma hop in the front, got a problem with a bitch, you can hop in the trunk
This net worth is what hoes want, couldn′t reach this net even if a ho dunk
She pull up in a motherfuckin' back, tryna see where he at, GPS said he in some ass crack
She actin′ like the feds to her ex, but she really FedEx, gave him box, and he never looked back
In fact, I'm knowin′ these hoes straight cap, don't need a bad hair day to ever prove that
I whisper in his ear everythin' he wanna hear, then the next day, I′m lookin′ at him like we never met
Niggas ain't talkin′ 'bout nun-nun
I don′t split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I'll get ′em gone for the hundun
Niggas ain't talkin' ′bout nun-nun
I don′t split a bag with nun-nun
Niggas eat ass and get nun-nun
I'll get ′em gone for the hundun
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