Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

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

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I em long hair and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game I leave brains on their jerseys
She said she me, that's the molly talkin
Her so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he ain't me
I'm the original gangsta, he the
Girl do you use that same mouth to your mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck your
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her
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 like
Young Cash Money Obama
It's the world no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this came with a silence,
But I to God he heard 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
got no problems in this 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 dick like the Kentucky

3: Boo]
On that Pat Ryan I'm
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 like Tunechi
All my chicks be
Wanna hold hands, then movies
I be like God damn, make a lose it
no talkin, let's get to it
Real winnin, fake niggas losin
Bitch I leave that pussy with

Girl, I swear to God I ain't
I swear to God I nervous
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 Tunechi, you end up a missin person
She got a Tunechi on her
I'm getting head behind the curtains