Lil' Wayne - I Ain't Nervous feat. Boo lyrics

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I ain’t nervous, mhm

I swear to god I ain’t nervous, nah, nah,

And I’m laughing at them pussy niggas

And that pussy shit they doing

Getting cake like I’m Jewish, my nigga drake he Jewish

I swear to god I ain’t nervous, nah, haha

Ok, I swear to god I ain’t nervous

I swear to god I ain’t nervous

I said I swear to go I ain’t nervous

I got her workin, twerkin and slurpin, my syrup

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 out here lip service

I’m getting head behind the maybach, curtains

Ok I’m straight at you, no ricochee

That pussy boneless, that’s chick file

I fuck with real riders, and they tick as spade

Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe them tears away

I swear my mama trust my work

So I get these hoes that work

They say the best thangs in life are free

That’s why it cost for you to get murked

And my pain saggin like fuck it, I’m still on my bindess

Spent my birthday in jail, I was makin bad decisions

Saw my enemies at the light

I told molly the weed

Then I lit them niggas up, before that motherfucker go green

Yoru bitch ride me like a go car

I play that pussy like mozart

I mozart these hoes hard, and after that they worthless

I swear to god I ain’t nervous, aha

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 certains

I see you turnin up but your turn up ain’t workin

I like them long hair and curby

If niggas thank is a game, I leave they stains on them jerseys

She said she love me, that’s the molly talkin

Her pussy so wet, it keeps sliding over

She got a nigga but she ain’t need bitch

I’m the original gangster, he the remix

Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama

I said only god can judge me, fuck your honor

Yeah, and her birthday suit is her pijamas

She say I didn’t knew your dick is a recliner

I punch your man in the eye, give him a shiner

I blind em, hear me never gonn sign em

I get atom like yolanda, young money, cash money obama

It’s fuck the world, no condom

If he twisted I’ll rewind them

And this pistol came with a silencer

But I swear to god he heard it

I said I swear to god I ain’t nervous

Nah, I swear to god I ain’t nervous, aha

Bitch I’m a god, I should be rappin in the turban

Ain’t got no problems in this bitch, for certains

I see you turnin up but your turn up ain’t workin

Baby I do on some out here lip service

She gonn ride this dick like the kentucky, derby

On that pat run, I’m swerving, 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 buda shit

As long as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit

Yeah I’m wailing off them shroomies

Ain’t go no worries like tunchi

All my chicks will be bujy,

When I hold hands they don’t watch movies

I be god damn, nigga make it loose it

Ain’t no talking, let’s get to it

Real niggas winning, tur niggas loosin

Bitch I leave that pussy with bruises

Girl I swear to god I ain’t nervous, aha, yeah

I swear to god I ain’t nervous, yeah, yeah,

No, I swear to got I ain’t nervous

I got her workin, twerkin and slurpin, my syrup

Ain’t got no problems in this bitch, and that’s for certain

You fuck with tunchi, you end up a missin person

She got a tunchi on her booty...

I’m getting head behind the maybach, curtains, yeah.