Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

[Hook: Lil
Ok, I to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your up ain't workin
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 real riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe them away
I swear my trust my work
So I these hoes that work
They say the best things in are free
So that's why it for you to get murked
Have my saggin like 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 that motherfucka turn
bitch ride my like a go kart
I play that like Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes hearts and then that they worthless, man

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

[Verse 2: Lil
I em long hair and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game I leave their brains on jerseys
She said she love me, that's the molly
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 mama?
I say God can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday is her pajamas
She I didn't know your dick was a recliner
I her man in his eye give him a shiner
I him
Him and whoever him
I get like Yolanda
Young Money Cash Money
It's fuck the no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol with a silence,
But I swear to God he it

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

[Verse 3:
On Pat Ryan 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
Yeah I'm wildin' off shroomies,
Ain't got no worries Tunechi
All my be boosie
Wanna hands, then watch movies
I be like God damn, a nigga lose it
Ain't no talkin, 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 my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this and that's for certain
You fuck Tunechi, you end up a missin person
She got a Tunechi on her
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains