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I ain't nervous. I swear to God I ain't nervous. Nah, Nah. And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that Pussy shit they doing. I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish. My nigga Drake, he Jewish. I swear to God I ain't nervous. Nah. 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 working, twerking and slurping my serpent. Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain. I see you turning up, but your turn up Ain't working. Just want some mouth and lip service. And I got all my niggas in that truck Like an Excursion. Okay, I'm straight at you. No ricochet. That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-A. I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid. For them dead presidents, we will start digging Graves. I swear my mama trusts my work, So I give these hoes that work. They say the best things in life are free, That's why it costs for you to get murked. Yeah, my pants sagging 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, shot him up Before turned green. Man, my niggas got them birds, You ain't even got bird seeds. Your bitch ride me like a go-kart. I play that pussy like Mozart. I Mozart these hoes' hearts, then after that they Worthless. Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous, Uh, uh. I said 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 working. I like 'em long hair and curving. And if niggas think it's a game, I leave Their brains on their jerseys. She say she love me, That's the molly talking. She about to blow me Like a signing bonus. She got a nigga, but he ain't me, Bitch. I'm an original gangster, 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 say, "I didn't know your dick was a Recliner." I punch your man in his eye, Give him a shiner. I blind him, him and whoever cosign him. I get at him 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. Yeah, and I swear to God I ain't nervous. Nah, I swear to God I ain't nervous, Uh, uh. Bitch, I'm the god, I should be Rapping 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 working. Yeah. Baby, I just want some mouth and lip Service. Yeah. She gonna ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby. Uh, on that Patron I'm swerving. Game tight like virgins. Got a bad bitch, she Persian. Call her AK when she squirting. 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 wilding off them shroomies. Ain't got no worries like Tunechi. All my chicks be bougie. Wanna hold hands then watch movies. I be goddamn, make a nigga lose it. Ain't no talking, let's get to it. Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing. Bitch, I leave that pussy with bruises. Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, Uh, uh. I swear to God I ain't nervous. Yeah. No, you know I swear to God I Ain't nervous. Uh, I got her working, twerking and slurping my Serpent. Ain't 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. I'm getting head behind the Maybach Curtains, yeah.