I Ain't Nervous Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I Aint nervous
I swear to God I aint Nervous
Naw, naw
And I'm laughin at them p*ssy niggas
And that p*ssy shit they doin
Gettin cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to God I aint nervous, naw

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Ok, I swear to God I aint nervous
I swear to God I aint nervous
I say I swear to God I aint nervous
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin
Aint got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up aint workin
Just want some mouth and lip service, yeah
I'm gettin head behind the Maybach curtains

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight edge, no ricochet
That p*ssy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I f*ck 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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker turn green
Your bitch ride my like a go kart
I pay that p*ssy like Mozart,
I mozart these hoes hearts and then after that they worseless

[Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long hair and curvy
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 p*ssy so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a nigga, but he aint me bitch
I'm the original gangsta, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama?
I say only God can judge me, f*ck your honor
Yeah, 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 f*ck 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Boo]
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,
Aint 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
Aint no talkin, lets get to it
Real niggas winnin, fake niggas losin
Bitch I leave that p*ssy with bruises

[Hook]

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