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 like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't
I swear to god I 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 this bitch, for
I see you turnin' up but your up ain't workin'
want some 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 and they tickets paid
For them dead we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes work
They say the best things in are free
That's why it cost for you to get get
And my pants like fuck it, I'm still on my business
Spent my in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my at the light, shot him up before it turned green
Mane my niggas got them birds, you even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that worthless

Man, I swear to God I nervous
I said I to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I to God I ain't nervous
And that 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 its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys

She say she love me, that's the talking
She about to me, like a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he me bitch
I'm an gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck honor
And her birthday suit is her
She say, I didn't your dick was a recliner
I'll punch man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam Yolonda
Young Money Cash Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol came with a

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

On Patron, I'm swerving
Game tight virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she
Call her AK 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 them
Ain't got no like Tunechi
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch
I be goddamned, a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking, get to it
Real niggas winning, niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy bruises

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