Тональность: E minor•
Verse 1
Em
C
Em
I ain't nervous
(Hm- hm- hm)
B
Em
I swear to God, I ain't nervous
C
Em
(God, I ain't nervous)
Nah, nah
Bm
And I'm laughin' at them pussy niggas
Verse 2
C
And that
pussy shit they doin'
Em
I'm gettin' cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga Drake, he Jewish
Verse 3
C
I swear to God, I ain't
Em
nervous
C
(Swear to God, I ain't nervous)
Em
Nah, nah
Heh- heh (Heh- heh)
Verse 4
C
Em
OK, I swear to God, I ain't nervous
C
Em
(Swear to God I ain't nervous)
I swear to God, I ain't nervous
(I ain't nervous)
I say, I swear to God I
ain't nervous
C
Em
(I swear to God I ain't nervous) I got her workin,
twerkin, and slurpin' my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch,
Em
I see you turnin up, but your
turn up ain't workin'
Just want some mouth
Em
And I got all my niggas in that
truck like an Excursion
Verse 5
Em
Bm
Okay I'm straight at
you (Straight at you)
C
No ricochet (No ricochet)
Em
That pussy boneless (That pussy
boneless)
That's Chick- fil- a (That's Chick- fil- a)
Bm
I fuck with real riders (I fuck
with real riders)
C
And they ticket's paid
(And they tickets paid)
Em
For them dead presidents
Bm
We will start digging graves
Em
I swear my momma trust my
Verse 6
Em
work
(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 sagging like
fuck it (Fuck it)
Verse 7
I'm still on my business
Em
Spent my birthday in jail
I was makin' bad decisions
(Making bad decisions)
Saw my enemy at the light
C
Shot him up before it turned green
Em
Man, my niggas got them birds
You ain't even got bird seeds
Bm
Yo bitch ride me like a go- kart
C
I play that pussy like Mozart (Mozart)
Em
I Mozart these hoes hearts
Bm
Then after that, they worthless
Verse 8
God I
C
ain't nervous (Uh- uh)
Em
I said I swear to God, I ain't nervous
I dont know, I swear to God, I
C
ain't nervous
Em
And that pussy don't get purchased, ho
Verse 9
Em
Ain't got no problems
in this bitch for certain
C
Em
I see you turnin up, but your
turn up ain't workin'
C
Em
C
I like 'em long haired and curvy
Em
And if niggas think its a game
Bm
I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
Verse 10
(She love me)
C
That's the molly talk
in' (Molly talkin')
Em
She about to blow me (Blow me)
Like a signin' bonus (Signin' bonus)
Bm
She got a nigga (Nigga)
bitch (Me, bitch)
Bm
I'm an original gangster,
Am
Em
he the remix (Remix)
Verse 11
Em
Girl, do you use that same mouth
to kiss yo momma?
C
Em
(Kiss yo momma)
I say, only God can judge me
Fuck your honor (Fuck your honor, yeah)
And her birthday suit
C
is her pajamas (Her pajamas)
Verse 12
didn't know your dick
was a recliner (Recliner)
I'll punch your man in his eye,
C
give him a shiner (Shiner)
Em
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda, Young Money
Cash Money, Obama
Bm
Em
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!
C
Em
Yeah, and I swear to
Verse 13
God I ain't nervous
Nah, I swear to God I ain't nervous
Em
Bitch I'm the God,
Am
I should be rapping in a turban
Verse 14
C
Em
Ain't got no problems in this bitch,
C
and thats for certain
Em
I see you turnin' up, but your turn
up ain't workin', yeah
C
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service,
yeah
Em
She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky
(Ha- ha) Derby
Am
Em
Uh On that Pat-
Verse 15
Em
ron, I'm swervin'
Game tight like virgins
Gotta bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirtin'
Verse 16
Bm
Em
You see the niggas I'm with?
Bm
C
That boy, Boo, the shit
Em
As long as I got a face
Yo bitch got a place to sit
Bm
Yeah, I'm wildin' off them
Em
shroomies
C
Em
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
Verse 17
Em
All my chicks be bougie Wanna
hold hands,
then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
C
Ain't no talking, let's get to it
Em
Real niggas winnin', fake niggas losin'
C
Bitch, I'll leave that pussy with bruises
Verse 18
C
God I ain't nervous (Uh, uh)
Em
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to
C
God, I ain't nervous, uh
Em
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin', my serpent
Verse 19
Em
Ain't got no problems in this bitch,
and that's for certain
Em
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll
end up a missin' person
Em
Bm
She got Lil' Tunechi on her booty,
Em
I'm getting head behind
the Maybach curtains
Ya
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