Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I ain't
I swear to God I nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm at them pussy niggas
And that pussy shit they
cake like 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 to God I ain't nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, twerkin, and my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Just want some mouth and lip service,
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm straight edge, no
pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck with real riders, and they paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I them tears away
I swear my mama trust my
So I these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are
So why it cost for you to get murked
Have my saggin 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 turn green
Your bitch ride my like a go
I play that pussy 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 ain't
Oh no I to God I ain't nervous
And pussy don't get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long and curvy
And if think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, the molly talkin
Her pussy so wet, it sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he me bitch
I'm the gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss your
I say only God can judge me, your honor
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her
She said I didn't know your 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 Money Obama
It's fuck the 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
Bitch I'm a God, I should be rappin in a
got no problems in this bitch, and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
I do want some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this dick like the Derby

3: Boo]
On Pat Ryan I'm swervin
tight like virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK when she
You see the I'm with,
That boy Boo the
As as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit
Yeah I'm off them shroomies,
Ain't got no worries Tunechi
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
Bitch I leave that pussy bruises

Girl, I swear to God I ain't
I swear to God I ain't
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 that's for
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missin
She got a on her booty
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains