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I ain't nervous, I to God I ain't nervous, no no
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I nervous
I swear to god I nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't workin'
Just want some and lip service
And I got all my niggas in truck like an Excursion

Okay I'm straight at you, no
That pussy boneless, Chick-fil-a
I fuck real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give hoes that work
They say the best things in are free
That's why it for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like it, I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, him up before it turned green
Mane my got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I these hoes hearts then after that they worthless

Man, I to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't
I don't know, I to God I ain't nervous
And that don't get purchased, ho
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin' up but your up ain't working
I em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave brains on their jerseys

She say she me, that's the molly talking
She about to me, like a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he me bitch
I'm an original gangster, he the
Girl, do you use same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, your honor
And her birthday suit is her
She say, I didn't know your was a recliner
I'll punch man in his eye, give him a shiner
blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like
Money Cash Money's Obama
Its the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol came with a

But I to God he heard it!
Yea, and I to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't
I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but turn up ain't working
Baby, I just some mouth and lip service
She ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

On that Patron, I'm
Game tight virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she
Call her AK she's squirting
You see the I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off shroomies
got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a lose it
Ain't no talking, get to it
Real niggas winning, fake losing
Bitch I'll that pussy with bruises

Girl, I swear to God I nervous
I swear to God I ain't
No, you I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my
Ain't got no in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a person
She got Lil on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting behind the Maybach curtains
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