Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

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

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

Man, I swear to God I ain't
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 in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't
I like em long and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their

She say she love me, that's the talking
She to blow 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, only God can judge me, fuck honor
And her birthday 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 blind him, him and cosign him
I get Adam like
Young Money Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol came a silence

But I to God he heard it!
Yea, and I to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I 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 up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I want some mouth and lip service
She ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

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

Girl, I to God I ain't nervous
I to God I ain't nervous
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 and that's for certain
You fuck Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in
I'm getting head behind the Maybach
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