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letra de i ain't nervous - lil' wayne

[intro: lil wayne]
i aint nervous
i swear to god i aint nervous
naw, naw
and i’m laughin at them p-ssy n-gg-s
and that p-ssy sh-t they doin
gettin cake like i’m jewish
my n-gg- drake he jewish
i swear to god i aint nervous, naw

[hook: lil wayne]
ok, i swear to god i aint nervous
i swear to god i aint nervous
i say i swear to god i aint nervous
i got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin my syrupin
aint got no problems in this b-tch for certain
i see you turning up with your turn up aint 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-ssy boneless, that chick-fil-a
i f-ck with real riders, and they tickets paid
n-gg-s 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-ck 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-gg-s up before that motherf-cker turn green
your b-tch ride my like a go kart
i pay that p-ssy like mozart,
i mozart these hoes hearts and then after that they worseless

[hook]

[verse 2: lil wayne]
i like em long hair and curvy
if n-gg-s think it’s a game i leave their brains on their jerseys
she said she love me, that’s the molly talkin
her p-ssy so wet, it keep sliding off it
she got a n-gg-, but he aint me b-tch
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-ck your honor
yeah, her birthday suit is her pajamas
she said i didn’t know your d-ck 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-ck 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]

[verse 3: boo]
on that pat ryan i’m swervin
game tight like virgins
got a bad b-tch she persian,
call her ak when she squirtin
you see the n-gg-s i’m with,
that boy boo the sh-t
as long as i got a face, your b-tch got a place to sit
yeah i’m wildin’ off them shroomies,
aint got no worries like tunechi
all my chicks be boosie
wanna hold hands, then watch movies
i be like god d-mn, make a n-gg- lose it
aint no talkin, lets get to it
real n-gg-s winnin, fake n-gg-s losin
b-tch i leave that p-ssy with bruises

[hook]

- lil wayne

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