I Aint Nervous - Lil Wayne, Boo

I ain’t nervous, I swear to God I ain’t nervous

And I’m laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin'

I’m getting cake like I’m Jewish, my nigga 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 bitch-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 pussy boneless, that’s Chick-fil-a

I fuck 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 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 wordless

Man, I swear to God I ain’t nervous

I said I swear to God I ain’t nervous

I dont know, I swear to God I ain’t nervous

And that pussy don’t get purchased, ho

Ain’t got no problems in this bitch 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, thats 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 momma?

I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor

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 cosign him

I get Adam like Yolonda

Young Money Cash Money’s Obama

Its 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!

Yea, and I swear to God I ain’t nervous

Na, I swear to God I ain’t nervous

Bitch I’m the God, I should be rapping in a turban

Ain’t got no problems in this bitch 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 dick like the Kentucky-Derby

On that Pat-ron, I’m swerving

Game tight like virgins

I 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

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 nigga lose it

Ain’t no talking- lets get to it

Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing

Bitch I’ll leave that pussy 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 bitch and that’s for certain

You fuck 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