Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I ain't
I to God I ain't nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm at them pussy niggas
And pussy shit they doin
cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga he Jewish
I to God I ain't nervous, nah

Lil Wayne]
Ok, I to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't
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 up but your turn up ain't workin
want some mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm edge, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that
I with real riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas wolf, while I wipe them tears away
I my mama trust my work
So I give hoes that work
They say the best things in life are
So that's why it for you to get murked
Have my pants like fuck it
I'm still on my business, spent my in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my at the light
I Marley light the weed,
Then I lit niggas up before that motherfucka turn green
Your ride my like a go kart
I that pussy like Mozart,
I Mozart these hearts and then after that they worthless, man

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

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

And I to God I ain't nervous
Nah, I swear to got I 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 turn up ain't workin
Baby I do want mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this like the Kentucky Derby

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

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