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 shit they
Gettin cake I'm Jewish
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 nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in bitch for certain
I see you turning up but turn 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
pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I fuck with riders, and they tickets paid
Niggas wolf, while I wipe them tears away
I swear my trust my work
So I give these hoes that
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, spent my birthday in
I was bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light
I told light the weed,
Then I lit niggas up before that motherfucka turn green
Your bitch ride my like a go
I that pussy like Mozart,
I Mozart 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 to God I ain't nervous
And that don't get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't

2: Lil Wayne]
I like em hair and curvy
And if niggas think a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, that's the talkin
Her so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he me bitch
I'm the original gangsta, he the
Girl do you use that mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck honor
Yeah, and her birthday is her pajamas
She said I didn't know your dick was a
I punch her man in his eye give him a
I him
Him and co-signed him
I get like Yolanda
Young Money Money Obama
fuck the world no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol with a silence,
But I swear to God he it

And I swear to God I ain't
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 that's for
I see you turning up but your up ain't workin
Baby I do want mouth and lip service
She ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby

[Verse 3:
On that Pat I'm swervin
Game like 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
hold hands, then watch 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 with

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