Текст песни Boo ft. Lil Wayne - I Ain't Nervous

Зарубежные Новинки 101
Жанр: Rock / R'n'B / Pop
Исполнитель: Lil Wayne ft. Boo
Альбом: Зарубежные Новинки 101
Длительность: 04:48
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Загрузил: vasz

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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-fil-A 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 Find More lyrics at 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.
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