Artist: Lil Wayne (Feat Boo)
Album: –
Year: 2013
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[Intro – Lil Wayne]
I ain’t nervous
Haha
I swear to God I ain’t nervous, nahh, nah
[Lil Wayne]
And I’m laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doing
I’m getting cake like I’m Jewish
My nigga Drake, he Jewish
I swear to God I ain’t nervous, nahh, haha
Okay 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 serpent
Ain’t got no problems in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin’ up, but your turn up ain’t working
Just want some mouth and lip service
Yeah, I’m getting head behind them Maybach curtains
Okay I’m straight at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that’s Chick-fil-A
I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf? Well I’ll 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, that’s why it cost for you to get murked
And 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 motherfucker turned green
Your bitch ride me like a go-kart
I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts
Then after that they worthless
Man I swear to God I ain’t nervous, ah ah
I said I swear to God I ain’t nervous
I don’t know, 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 turnin’ up, but your turn up ain’t working
I like them long hair and curvy
And if niggas think it’s a game, I’ll leave they brains on they jerseys
She say she love me, that’s the Molly talking
Her pussy so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he ain’t me bitch
I’m the original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo’ mama?
I say only God can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say I didn’t know your dick was a recliner
I’ll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I’ll blind him, him and whoever co-sign him
I get at him 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
Yeah, and I swear to God I ain’t nervous
Nahh, I swear to God I ain’t nervous, ah ahh
Bitch I’m the God, I should be rappin’ in a turban
Ain’t got no problems in this bitch and that’s for certain
I see you turnin’ up, but your turn up ain’t working
Baby I just want some mouth and lip service
She gon’ ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby
[Boo]
Uh, on that Pat-ron, I’m swerving
Game tight like virgins
Gotta bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK when she’s squirting
You see the niggas I’m with, that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo’ bitch got a place to sit
Yeah, I’m wildin’ off them shroomies
Ain’t got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be booshie
Wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
Ain’t no talking, let’s get to it
Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I’ll leave that pussy with bruises
[Lil Wayne]
Girl I swear to God I ain’t nervous, ah ahh
I swear to God I ain’t nervous
No you know I swear to God I ain’t nervous
Uh, I got her workin’, twerkin’, and slurpin’, my serpent
Ain’t got no problems in this bitch and that’s for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I’m getting head behind them Maybach curtains
Yeah
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