Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

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

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

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

She say she me, that's the molly talking
She about to me, like a signing bonus
She got a but he ain't me bitch
I'm an original gangster, he the
Girl, do you use that same mouth to yo momma?
I say, God can judge me, fuck your honor
And her suit is her pajamas
She say, I know your dick was a recliner
I'll your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll him, him and whoever cosign him
I get like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Obama
Its the world, no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol came a silence

But I to God he heard 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
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip
She gone ride this dick the Kentucky-Derby

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

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