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Lil Wayne의 상위 곡
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실연 아티스트
Lil Wayne
보컬
부진철
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Jermaine Preyan
송라이터
Sabrien Sledge
송라이터
Bryan Christopher Williams
송라이터
Andre Eric Proctor
송라이터
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
송라이터
Noel Fisher
송라이터
Rasool diaz
송라이터
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Detail
프로듀서
Michael “BANGER” Cadahia
레코딩 엔지니어
Sam Bohl
어시스턴트 믹싱 엔지니어
Andy Rodriguez
어시스턴트 레코딩 엔지니어
Brian Soko
공동 프로듀서
Chris Athens
마스터링 엔지니어
Dre Moon
공동 프로듀서
Fabian Marasciullo
믹싱 엔지니어
Rasool diaz
공동 프로듀서
가사
I ain't nervous
(Hm-hm-hm)
I swear to God, I ain't nervous (God, I ain't nervous)
Nah, nah
And I'm laughin' at them pussy niggas
And that pussy shit they doin'
I'm gettin' cake like I'm Jewish
My nigga Drake, he Jewish
I swear to God, I ain't nervous
(Swear to God, I ain't nervous)
Nah, nah
Heh-heh (Heh-heh)
OK, I swear to God, I ain't nervous
(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
(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, for certain
I see you turnin up, but your turn up ain't workin'
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 (Straight at you)
No ricochet (No ricochet)
That pussy boneless (That pussy boneless)
That's Chick-fil-a (That's Chick-fil-a)
I fuck with real riders (I fuck with real riders)
And they ticket's paid (And they tickets paid)
For them dead presidents
We will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my 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)
I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail
I was makin' bad decisions (Making bad decisions)
Saw my enemy at the light
Shot him up before it turned green
Man, my niggas got them birds
You ain't even got bird seeds
Yo bitch ride me like a go-kart
I play that pussy like Mozart (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
I dont know, I swear to God, I ain't nervous
And that pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin up, but your turn up ain't workin'
I like 'em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game
I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
She say she love me (She love me)
That's the molly talkin' (Molly talkin')
She about to blow me (Blow me)
Like a signin' bonus (Signin' bonus)
She got a nigga (Nigga)
But he ain't me, bitch (Me, bitch)
I'm an original gangster, he the remix (Remix)
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
(Kiss yo momma)
I say, only God can judge me
Fuck your honor (Fuck your honor, yeah)
And her birthday suit is her pajamas (Her pajamas)
She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner (Recliner)
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner (Shiner)
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda, 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 thats for certain
I see you turnin' up, but your turn up ain't workin', yeah
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service, yeah
She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky (Ha-ha) Derby
Uh
On that Pat-ron, I'm swervin'
Game tight like virgins
Gotta bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirtin'
You see the niggas I'm with?
That boy, Boo, the shit
As long as I got a face
Yo bitch got a place to sit
Yeah, I'm wildin' off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be bougie
Wanna hold hands, then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking, let's get to it
Real niggas winnin', fake niggas losin'
Bitch, I'll leave that pussy with bruises
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous (Uh, uh)
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to God, I ain't nervous, uh
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin', my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missin' person
She got Lil' Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Bryan Williams, Noel C. Fisher, Jermaine Anthony Preyan, Sabrian Sledge, Rasool Ricardo Diaz
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