Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm straight edge, no
That pussy boneless, that
I fuck with real riders, and tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe tears away
I swear my trust my work
So I give these hoes that
They say the best in life are free
So why it cost for you to get murked
my pants saggin like fuck it
I'm still on my business, spent my birthday in
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
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 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 workin

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long hair and
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 gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss mama?
I say only God can me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday is her pajamas
She said I didn't your 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 Money Cash Money
It's fuck the no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this came with a silence,
But I swear to God he it

And I swear to God I ain't
Nah, I swear to got I nervous, aha
Bitch I'm a God, I be rappin in a turban
got no problems in this bitch, and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your up ain't workin
Baby I do want mouth and lip service
She gon' ride dick like the Kentucky Derby

[Verse 3:
On that Pat Ryan I'm
Game tight virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
her AK when she squirtin
You see the I'm with,
boy Boo the shit
As as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit
Yeah I'm wildin' off shroomies,
got no worries like Tunechi
All my be boosie
Wanna hold hands, then watch
I be like God damn, make a lose it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
Real niggas winnin, fake losin
Bitch I that pussy with bruises

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