Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no
pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck real riders, and they tickets paid
crying wolf, while I wipe them tears away
I swear my mama trust my
So I give these hoes that
They say the best things in are free
So why it cost for you to get murked
Have my pants like fuck it
I'm on my business, spent my birthday in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my at the light
I told light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucka green
bitch ride my like a go kart
I play pussy like Mozart,
I Mozart these hearts and then after that they worthless, man

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em hair and curvy
And if niggas think 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 me bitch
I'm the gangsta, he the remix
do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say God can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her
She I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye give him a
I him
Him and co-signed him
I get like Yolanda
Young Money Cash Obama
fuck the world no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And pistol came with a silence,
But I to God he heard it

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

3: Boo]
On that Pat I'm swervin
Game tight like
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK she squirtin
You see the I'm with,
That boy Boo the
As long as I got a face, your bitch got a to sit
Yeah I'm wildin' off shroomies,
Ain't got no worries like
All my be boosie
Wanna hands, then watch movies
I be like God damn, make a lose it
no talkin, let's get to it
Real niggas winnin, fake niggas
Bitch I leave that pussy bruises

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