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(feat. Boo) [Intro: Lil Wayne] I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't Nervous Naw, naw And I'm laughin at them pussy niggas And that pussy shit they doin Gettin cake like I'm Jewish My nigga Drake he Jewish I swear to God I ain't nervous, naw [Hook: Lil Wayne] Ok, 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 syrupin Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain I see you turning up with your turn up ain't 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 pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A I fuck with real riders, and they tickets paid SongtexteNiggas 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 thats why it cost for you to get murked Have 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 turn green Your bitch ride my like a go kart I pay that pussy like Mozart, I Mozart these hoes hearts and then after that they worseless [Hook] Ok, 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 syrupin Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain I see you turning up with your turn up ain't workin [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I like em long hair and curvy If niggas think its a game I leave their brains on their jerseys She said she love me, thats the molly talkin Her pussy so wet, it keep sliding off it She got a nigga, but he ain't 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, fuck 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 Its fuck the world no condom If he twisted, Ill unwind him And this pistol came with a silence, But I swear to God he heard it [Hook] I said I swear to god I ain't nervous Naw, I swear to got 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 your turning up but your turn up ain't workin Baby I do on some out here lip service She gonna ride this dick like the kentucky, derby [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, Ain't 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 Ain't no talkin, lets get to it Real niggas winnin, fake niggas losin Bitch I leave that pussy with bruises [Hook] Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous I swear to God I ain't nervous No, I swear to God I ain't nervous I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin Ain't got no problems in this bitch 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 Aus Songtexte Mania