Lil Wayne - I Ain't Nervous lyrics

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