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Lil Wayne
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I Ain't Nervous
I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous Nah, nah And I'm laughin at them pussy niggas And that pussy shit they doin Gettin cake like I'm Jewish My nigga Drake he Jewish I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah
Ok, I swear to God I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous I say I swear to God I ain't nervous I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain I see you turning up but your turn up ain't workin Just want some mouth and lip service, yeah I'm gettin head behind the Maybach curtains
Ok I'm straight edge, no ricochet That pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A I fuck with real riders, and they tickets paid Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe them tears away I swear my mama trust my work So I give these hoes that work They say the best things in life are free So that's why it cost for you to get murked Have my pants saggin like fuck it I'm still on my business, spent my birthday in jail I was making bad decisions, saw my enemy at the light I told Marley light the weed, Then I lit them niggas up before that motherfucka turn green Your bitch ride my like a go kart I play that pussy like Mozart, I Mozart these hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man
I swear to God I ain't nervous I say I swear to God I ain't nervous Oh no I swear to God I ain't nervous And that pussy don't get purchased, hoe Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain I see you turning up but your turn up ain't workin
I like em long hair and curvy And if niggas think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys She said she love me, that's the molly talkin Her pussy so wet, it keep sliding off it She got a nigga, but he ain't me bitch I'm the original gangsta, he the remix Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I say only God can judge me, fuck your honor Yeah, and her birthday suit is her pajamas She said I didn't know your dick was a recliner I punch her man in his eye give him a shiner I blind him Him and whoever co-signed him I get Adam like Yolanda Young Money Cash Money Obama It's fuck the world no condom If he twisted, I'll unwind him And this pistol came with a silence, But I swear to God he heard it
And I swear to God I ain't nervous Nah, I swear to got I ain't nervous, aha Bitch I'm a God, I should be rappin in a turban Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and that's for certain I see you turning up but your turn up ain't workin Baby I do want some mouth and lip service She gon' ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby
On that Pat Ryan I'm swervin Game tight like virgins Got a bad bitch she Persian, Call her AK when she squirtin You see the niggas I'm with, That boy Boo the shit As long as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit Yeah I'm wildin' off them shroomies, Ain't got no worries like Tunechi All my chicks be boosie Wanna hold hands, then watch movies I be like God damn, make a nigga lose it Ain't no talkin, let's get to it Real niggas winnin, fake niggas losin Bitch I leave that pussy with bruises
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous No, I swear to God I ain't nervous I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missin person She got a Tunechi on her booty I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains Yeah
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