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 shit they doin
cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga he Jewish
I swear to God I nervous, nah

[Hook: Lil
Ok, I swear to God I 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 problems in this bitch for
I see you turning up but turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service,
I'm gettin head the Maybach curtains

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm edge, no ricochet
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 trust my work
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 still on my business, spent my birthday in
I was making bad decisions, saw my enemy at the
I told Marley the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up that motherfucka turn green
Your bitch ride my a go kart
I play that pussy Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes hearts and 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 ain't
And that pussy get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no problems in bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your up ain't workin

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, that's the talkin
Her pussy so wet, it sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he ain't me
I'm the original gangsta, he the
Girl do you use same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say God can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday 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 Adam like
Young Money Money Obama
It's fuck the world no
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 to got I ain't nervous, aha
I'm a God, I should be rappin in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and that's for
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Baby I do want some and lip service
She gon' ride dick like the Kentucky Derby

3: Boo]
On that Pat Ryan I'm
tight like virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK 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 be boosie
Wanna hold hands, then watch
I be like God damn, a nigga lose it
no talkin, let's get to it
Real niggas winnin, niggas 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 nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and my syrupin
got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missin
She got a on her booty
I'm getting head behind the curtains