Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous, no no
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that 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 swear to god I ain't
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I nervous, no
I got her twerkin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up workin'
Just some mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that like an Excursion

Okay I'm straight at you, no
That boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that
They say the things in life are free
why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like fuck it, I'm still on my
Spent my birthday in jail, I was bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned
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 hoes hearts then after that they

Man, I to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't
I know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And pussy don't get purchased, ho
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't working
I like em haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll 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 that same mouth to yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your
And her suit is her pajamas
She say, I know your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, him a shiner
blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get like Yolonda
Young Cash Money's Obama
Its the world, no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this came with a silence

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

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

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