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 pussy
And pussy shit they 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 nervous
I swear to God I ain't
I say I to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you turning up but your up ain't workin
Just want mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin head behind the Maybach

1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no
pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck with riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, I wipe them tears away
I swear my mama my work
So I these hoes that work
They say the things in life are free
So that's why it for you to get murked
Have my pants like fuck it
I'm still on my business, my birthday in jail
I was making bad decisions, saw my at the light
I Marley light the weed,
Then I lit them niggas up before that turn green
Your bitch my like a go kart
I play that pussy Mozart,
I these hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man

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

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long hair and
And if think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She she love 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 God can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her suit is her pajamas
She said I didn't know your dick was a
I punch her man in his eye him a shiner
I him
Him and co-signed him
I get Adam like
Money Cash 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 swear to God I ain't
Nah, I swear to got I nervous, aha
I'm a God, I should be rappin in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up workin
I do want some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this dick like the Derby

3: Boo]
On Pat Ryan I'm swervin
Game tight like
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
Yeah I'm off them shroomies,
Ain't got no worries Tunechi
All my chicks be
Wanna hold hands, then watch
I be God damn, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talkin, get to it
Real niggas winnin, niggas losin
Bitch I leave that pussy bruises

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 bitch and that's for
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missin
She got a Tunechi on her
I'm getting head behind the Maybach