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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 shit they
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I nervous, no
I got her twerkin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't
Just want some mouth and lip
And I got all my niggas in that like an Excursion

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

Man, I to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I nervous
And pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you up but your turn up ain't working
I em long haired and curvy
And if niggas its a game, I'll leave their 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 gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that 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 your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a
I'll blind him, him and cosign him
I get like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol with a silence

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

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

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