I Ain't Nervous Lyrics - Boo

I ain't nervous 

I swear to God I ain't nervous 

Nah, nah 

And I'm laughin at them pussy niggas 

And that pussy shit they doin 

Gettin cake like I'm Jewish 

My nigga 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, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin 

Ain't got no problems in this bitch 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 pussy boneless, that Chick-Fil-A 

I fuck with real riders, and they tickets paid 

Niggas 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 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 motherfucka turn green 

Your bitch ride my like a go kart 

I play that pussy 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 pussy don't get purchased, hoe 

Ain't got no problems in this bitch 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 niggas think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys 

She said she love me, that's the molly talkin 

Her pussy so wet, it keep sliding off it 

She got a nigga, but he ain't me bitch 

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, fuck 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 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 

[Hook] 

And I swear to God I ain't nervous 

Nah, I swear to got I ain't nervous, aha 

Bitch I'm a God, I should be rappin 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 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 bitch she Persian, 

Call her AK when she squirtin 

You see the niggas I'm with, 

That boy Boo the shit 

As long as I got a face, your bitch 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 nigga lose it 

Ain't no talkin, let's get to it 

Real niggas winnin, fake niggas losin 

Bitch I leave that pussy 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, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin 

Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain 

You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missin person 

She got a Tunechi on her booty 

I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains 

Yeah