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[Lil Wayne] I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous And I'm laughing at them p*ssy niggas and that p*ssy 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 And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion [Lil Wayne] Ok I'm straight action-no ricochet That p*ssy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a I f*ck with real riders and they tickets paid For them dead presidents we will start digging graves 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*ck it I'm still on my business Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green Mane my niggas got them birds You ain't even got bird seeds Your bitch ride me like a go kart I play that p*ssy like Mozart I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they wordless [Lil Wayne] 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*ssy 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 it's a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys [Lil Wayne] She say she love me, that's the molly talking Her p*ssy 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, f*ck 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 It's f*ck the world, no condom If he twisted, I'll unwind him And this pistol came with a silence [Lil Wayne] 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 that's 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 [Boo] 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 p*ssy with bruises [Lil Wayne] 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 f*ck 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
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