文本歌词

Ain't nervous I swear to God
Ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them p**sy niggas
And that p**sy sh*t they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish
My ni**a Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous
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 slurping my sepernt
Ain't got no problems in this b**ch for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth and lip service
Yeah I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ok I'm straight action no ricochet
That p**sy boneless that's Chick-fil-a
I f**k with real riders and they tickets paid
Niggas cryin wolf well I'll wipe them tears away
I swear my momma 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 get murked
And my pants saggin like f**k 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 w**d
Then I lit them niggas up before
That motherf**ker turned green
Your b**ch ride me like a go kart
I play that p**sy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts
Then after that they wordless
Man I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I don't know I swear to God
I ain't nervous
And that p**sy don't get purchased ho
Ain't got no problems in this b**ch for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game
I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
She say she love me that's the molly talking
Her p**sy so wet it keep sliding off it
She got a ni**a but he ain't me b**ch
I'm the original gangster he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth
To kiss yo momma
I say only God can judge me
F**k your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say I didn't know your ****
Was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye
Give him a shiner
I'll blind him him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's Obama
Its f**k 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
Yea and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Na I swear to God I ain't nervous
B**ch I'm the God
I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this b**ch
And thats for certain
I see you turning up
But your turn up ain't working
Baby I just want some mouth
And lip service
She gone ride this ****
Like the Kentucky-Derby
On that Pat-ron I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad b**ch she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with
That boy Boo the sh*t
As long as I got a face
Yo b**ch got a place to sit
Yea I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boogey
Wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned make a ni**a lose it
Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real niggas winning fake niggas losing
B**ch I'll leave that p**sy with bruises
Girl I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous
No you know I swear to god
I ain't nervous
I got her workin twerkin and slurping
My serpent
Ain't got no problems in this b**ch
And that's for certain
You f**k with Tunechi
You'll end up a Missing Person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya