I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin at them p**y n***as
And that p**y sh** they doin
Gettin cake like I'm Jewish
My n***a Drake he Jewish
I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah
[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, t**n, and slurpin my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this b**h for certain
I see you turning up but 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 p**y boneless, that Chick-Fil-A
I f** with real riders, and they tickets paid
n***as 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** 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 n***as up before that motherf**a turn green
Your b**h ride my like a go kart
I play that p**y like Mozart,
I Mozart these hoes hearts and then after that they worthless, man
[Hook]
I swear to God I ain't nervous
I say I swear to God I ain't nervous
Oh no I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that p**y don't get purchased, hoe
Ain't got no problems in this b**h for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't workin
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I like em long hair and curvy
And if n***as think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys
She said she love me, that's the molly talkin
Her p**y so wet, it keep sliding off it
She got a n***a, but he ain't me b**h
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** your honor
Yeah, and 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** 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]
And I swear to God I ain't nervous
Nah, I swear to got I ain't nervous, aha
b**h I'm a God, I should be rappin in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this b**h, and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't workin
Baby I do want some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby
[Verse 3: Boo]
On that Pat Ryan I'm swervin
Game tight like virgins
Got a bad b**h she Persian,
Call her AK when she squirtin
You see the n***as I'm with,
That boy Boo the sh**
As long as I got a face, your b**h 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 n***a lose it
Ain't no talkin, let's get to it
Real n***as winnin, fake n***as losin
b**h I leave that p**y 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, t**n, and slurpin my syrupin
Ain't got no problems in this b**h and that's for certain
You f** with Tunechi, you end up a missin person
She got a Tunechi on her booty
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Yeah