Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Aint Nervous, artist - Lil Wayne. Date of issue: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Aint Nervous |
| I ain’t nervous, I swear to God I ain’t nervous |
| And I’m laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy 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 |
| Yeah, I’m getting head behind the Maybach curtains |
| Ok I’m straight action-no ricochet |
| That pussy boneless, that’s Chick-fil-a |
| I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid |
| Niggas cryin wolf, well I’ll wipe them tears away |
| 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 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 turned green |
| Your bitch ride me like a go kart |
| I play that pussy like Mozart |
| I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they wordless |
| Man, I swear to God I ain’t nervous |
| I said I swear to God I ain’t nervous |
| I dont know, I swear to God I ain’t nervous |
| And that pussy 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 its a game, I’ll leave their brains on their jerseys |
| She say she love me, thats the molly talking |
| Her pussy 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, fuck 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 |
| Its fuck 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! |
| 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 thats 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 |
| 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 pussy with bruises |
| 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 fuck 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 |