Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

I nervous
I swear to God I nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin at them niggas
And that pussy shit they
Gettin cake like I'm
My nigga 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 nervous
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
Just want some and lip service, yeah
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains

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

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

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

And I swear to God I nervous
Nah, I to got I ain't nervous, aha
I'm a God, I should be rappin 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
I do want some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride dick like the Kentucky Derby

3: Boo]
On that Pat I'm swervin
tight like virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
her AK when 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 hold hands, watch movies
I be like God damn, make a nigga it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
Real niggas winnin, niggas losin
Bitch I leave that pussy bruises

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