Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Nervous

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

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

[Verse 1: Lil
Ok I'm straight edge, no
That pussy boneless, that
I fuck with riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe tears away
I swear my mama trust my
So I give hoes that work
say the best things in life are free
So that's why it cost for you to get
Have my saggin like fuck it
I'm still on my business, my birthday in jail
I was bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I told Marley the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucka turn
Your bitch ride my a go kart
I play that pussy Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes hearts and then after 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 nervous
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

[Verse 2: Lil
I like em long and curvy
And if niggas think it's a game I leave 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
do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her suit 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 Adam Yolanda
Young Money Money Obama
It's fuck the no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol came 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
Bitch I'm a God, I be rappin in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and for certain
I see you turning up but your up ain't workin
Baby I do want some mouth and lip
She ride this 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,
boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, bitch got a place to sit
Yeah I'm wildin' off shroomies,
Ain't got no like Tunechi
All my chicks be
Wanna hold hands, watch movies
I be like God damn, make a nigga it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
niggas winnin, fake niggas losin
Bitch I that pussy with bruises

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