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I swear to God I aint nervous, naaaaah naaah
And Im laughing at them pussy niggas
and that pussy shit they doing
Getting cake like Im jewish
My nigga Drake he jewish
I swear to God I aint nervous
Okay 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 working, twerkin and slurpin... my surp' in
Aint got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up aint working
Just want some mouth and lip service
Yeah Im getting head behind them Maybach curtains
Okay Im straight at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, thats Chik-fill-A
I fuck with real riders, and their tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, While I wipe them tears away
I swear my mamma trust my word, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free
thats why it cost for you to get merk'd
Yeaah my pants saggin like fuck it, Im 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
Yo bitch ride me like a Go-Cart
I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts
then after that they worthless
Man I swear to God I aint nervous
I say I swear to God I aint nervous
I'unno I swear to God I aint nervous
and that pussy dont get purchased hoe
Aint got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up aint working
I like them long hair and curvy
and if niggas think its a game
I leave their brain on their jerseys
She say she love me.. That's the Molly talking
Her pussy so wet.. It keeps sliding off it
She got a nigga.. But he aint me bitch
Im the Original Gangster, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss yo mamma
I say only God can judge me.. fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her pyjamas
She say I didnt know your dick was a recliner
I punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him.. him and whoever co-sign him
I get add him like Yolanda
Young Money Cash Money Obama
Its fuck the world, no condom
If he twist it, ill unwind him
and his pistol come with a silence
But I swear to God he heard it
Yeah and I swear to God I aint nervous
Naah, I swear to God I aint nervous
Bitch Im the God I should be rappin in a turban
Aint got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up aint working
Baby I just want some mouth and lip service
She gon ride this dick like Kentucky ... Derby
[BOO VERSE]
Girl I swear to God I aint nervous
I swear to God I aint nervous
No you know I swear to God I aint nervous
I got her working, twerkin and slurpin... my surp' in
Aint got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi you end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty in cursive
Yeah Im getting head behind them Maybach curtains
Yeaaah..
And Im laughing at them pussy niggas
and that pussy shit they doing
Getting cake like Im jewish
My nigga Drake he jewish
I swear to God I aint nervous
Okay 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 working, twerkin and slurpin... my surp' in
Aint got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up aint working
Just want some mouth and lip service
Yeah Im getting head behind them Maybach curtains
Okay Im straight at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, thats Chik-fill-A
I fuck with real riders, and their tickets paid
Niggas crying wolf, While I wipe them tears away
I swear my mamma trust my word, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in life are free
thats why it cost for you to get merk'd
Yeaah my pants saggin like fuck it, Im 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
Yo bitch ride me like a Go-Cart
I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts
then after that they worthless
Man I swear to God I aint nervous
I say I swear to God I aint nervous
I'unno I swear to God I aint nervous
and that pussy dont get purchased hoe
Aint got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up aint working
I like them long hair and curvy
and if niggas think its a game
I leave their brain on their jerseys
She say she love me.. That's the Molly talking
Her pussy so wet.. It keeps sliding off it
She got a nigga.. But he aint me bitch
Im the Original Gangster, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss yo mamma
I say only God can judge me.. fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her pyjamas
She say I didnt know your dick was a recliner
I punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him.. him and whoever co-sign him
I get add him like Yolanda
Young Money Cash Money Obama
Its fuck the world, no condom
If he twist it, ill unwind him
and his pistol come with a silence
But I swear to God he heard it
Yeah and I swear to God I aint nervous
Naah, I swear to God I aint nervous
Bitch Im the God I should be rappin in a turban
Aint got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up with your turn up aint working
Baby I just want some mouth and lip service
She gon ride this dick like Kentucky ... Derby
[BOO VERSE]
Girl I swear to God I aint nervous
I swear to God I aint nervous
No you know I swear to God I aint nervous
I got her working, twerkin and slurpin... my surp' in
Aint got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi you end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty in cursive
Yeah Im getting head behind them Maybach curtains
Yeaaah..
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