Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I nervous
I swear to God I ain't
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin at pussy niggas
And pussy shit they doin
Gettin cake I'm Jewish
My Drake he Jewish
I to God I ain't nervous, nah

[Hook: Lil
Ok, I to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, twerkin, and my syrupin
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin
Just some mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm edge, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, Chick-Fil-A
I fuck with riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe them tears
I my mama trust my work
So I give these that work
They say the best in life are free
So that's why it cost for you to get
Have my pants saggin fuck it
I'm still on my business, my birthday in jail
I was bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I Marley light the weed,
I lit them niggas up before that motherfucka turn green
Your bitch my like a go kart
I that pussy like Mozart,
I Mozart hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man

I to God I ain't nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
Oh no I swear to God I nervous
And that don't get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin

[Verse 2: Lil
I like em long hair and
And if think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, that's the molly
Her so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he ain't me
I'm the gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck honor
Yeah, and her birthday is her pajamas
She I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye him a shiner
I him
Him and whoever him
I get Adam like
Young Money Cash Obama
It's the world no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And pistol came with a silence,
But I swear to God he it

And I to God I ain't nervous
Nah, I to got I ain't nervous, aha
Bitch I'm a God, I should be in a turban
Ain't got no problems in bitch, and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Baby I do some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this dick like the Derby

3: Boo]
On that Pat Ryan I'm
Game tight like
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK when she
You see the I'm with,
That boy Boo the
As long as I got a face, bitch got a place to sit
Yeah I'm off them shroomies,
got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be
Wanna hold hands, watch movies
I be like God damn, a nigga lose it
no talkin, let's get to it
Real winnin, fake niggas losin
Bitch I that pussy with bruises

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