Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm edge, no ricochet
That boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck with riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I them tears away
I swear my mama trust my
So I give these hoes that
They say the best things in life are
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 that motherfucka turn green
bitch ride my like a go kart
I play that pussy Mozart,
I Mozart hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em hair and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game I leave brains on their jerseys
She she love me, that's the molly 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 that same mouth to your mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck honor
Yeah, and her birthday is her pajamas
She said I didn't your dick was a recliner
I punch her man in his eye give him a
I him
Him and whoever him
I get Adam like
Young Money Money Obama
It's fuck the world no
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 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 up ain't workin
Baby I do want some and lip service
She gon' ride dick like the Kentucky Derby

[Verse 3:
On Pat Ryan I'm swervin
Game like virgins
Got a bad she Persian,
Call her AK when she
You see the I'm with,
boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, your bitch got a to sit
I'm wildin' off them shroomies,
Ain't got no worries like
All my be boosie
Wanna hold hands, then movies
I be God damn, make a nigga lose 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 nervous
No, I swear to God I nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my
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 the Maybach curtains