Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I ain't nervous, I swear to God I nervous, no no
And I'm at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I nervous, okay I swear 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 turn up ain't workin'
Just want mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that truck an Excursion

Okay I'm straight at you, no
That pussy boneless, that's
I fuck with real riders and they paid
For dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes work
They say the best things in life are
That's why it for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like it, I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned
Mane my niggas got them birds, you 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 ain't
I said I swear to God I nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I nervous
And pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up working
I like em long and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their on their jerseys

She say she love me, that's the talking
She about to blow me, like a 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 me, fuck your honor
And her birthday suit is her
She say, I didn't know your was a recliner
I'll your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam Yolonda
Money Cash Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol with a silence

But I to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't
Na, I to God I ain't nervous
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 working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip
She gone ride this dick the Kentucky-Derby

On that Patron, I'm
Game tight virgins
I bad bitch, she Persian
her AK when she's squirting
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 shroomies
got no worries like 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
niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave pussy with bruises

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