Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I ain't nervous, I to God I ain't nervous, no no
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my
got no problems in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up workin'
Just want mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that like an Excursion

I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with riders and they tickets paid
For them dead we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these that work
say the best things in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get get
And my pants saggin fuck it, I'm still on my business
my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up it turned green
Mane my got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hearts then after that they worthless

Man, I to God I ain't nervous
I said I to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I nervous
And that pussy get purchased, ho
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't working
I like em haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on jerseys

She say she love me, that's the talking
She about to blow me, a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he ain't me
I'm an gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your
And her birthday is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know dick was a recliner
I'll punch man in his eye, give him a shiner
blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like
Young Money Cash Obama
Its the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol with a silence

But I swear to God he it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't
Na, I swear to God I ain't
Bitch I'm the God, I should be in a turban
got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Baby, I just some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this dick the Kentucky-Derby

On that Patron, I'm
Game tight like
I gotta bad bitch, she
Call her AK when she's
You see the niggas I'm with, boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off shroomies
Ain't got no worries like
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga it
no talking, lets get to it
Real niggas winning, fake losing
Bitch I'll that pussy with bruises

Girl, I swear to God I ain't
I swear to God I nervous
No, you know I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and for certain
You with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil on her booty, in cursive
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains
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