Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

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

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

Man, I swear to God I nervous
I said I to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I ain't
And that pussy get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you turnin' up but your 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 love me, that's the talking
She to blow me, like 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, your honor
And her birthday suit is her
She say, I didn't your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a
blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get like Yolonda
Young Cash Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol with a silence

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

On Patron, I'm swerving
Game tight like
I bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a to sit
Yea, I'm off them shroomies
Ain't got no like Tunechi
All my chicks be boojie, hold hands then watch 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 ain't
I swear to God I ain't
No, you I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in
I'm getting head behind the curtains
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