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

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

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

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

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 rapping in a
got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just some mouth and lip service
She ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

On that Patron, I'm
Game tight virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she
her AK when she's squirting
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 off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then movies
I be goddamned, make a lose it
no talking, lets get to it
Real niggas winning, niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave pussy with bruises

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