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Nervous
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Nervous was released on April 14, 2022 by Money Chasin Mafia as a part of the album Him Again
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Release DateApril 14, 2022
LabelMoney Chasin Mafia
LanguageEnglish
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ronzale emonn banks
ronzale emonn banks
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Lyrics

Know I got it on me bitch don't make me nervous
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguing
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing **** going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These **** really soft
These **** know they cap they be lyin
That boy ain't got no gat that boy ain't slanging no iron
That boy be Chasin cat
It ain't no pape on his mind
He said cut him some slack he'll pay that shit by tomorrow
I ain't get no visit
Thuggin and my pole with me
You in that dodge hemi
We be in these 550's
She came with thighs on her
Wanna fuck her mind only
Gotta keep it P
Sauce on me the recipe
Lil **** I'm fettuccine
Caution process everything before you come at me
You novice
You ain't in these streets bussing down boxes
You don't know what it feel like to get a load in
Yea the plug know I do magic
Call me hocus pocus
Know I got it on me bitch don't make me nervous
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguin
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing **** going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These **** really soft
It's him again
In a Benz
Spin again in traffic
Yea them **** wanna play ball
Well you shootin' at Gonzaga
We gone hit em' from a far away yea the choppa got binoculars
You know I just want my M&M's ain't talking chocolates
Off that perky he unconscious
He gone pull up
He gone pop em'
If you did it don't admit it
We'll pay the lawyer to drop the charges
All he know is hit his target
He just trynna feed his pockets
All he know to do is put on his patnas
And house for mama
Boxes all around like a **** moving
Ain't no cap n gown
Sorry mama I ain't do it
Know a **** love the sound when I'm counting them blue strips
Got that pistol on me even when I'm getting the coochie
Know I got it on me bitch don't make me nervous
I don't wanna argue rather make shit work
My bitch don't do the arguin
That bitch to busy working
She already know her place
She know she in first
She just want some
Marijuana
I'm the summer
We going up
We seeing **** going under
Bout yo piss em' off
Under they breath they mumble
These **** really soft
Written by: ronzale emonn banks
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