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 pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, 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
Ain't got no problems in bitch, for certain
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 real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging
I swear my momma trust my work, so I 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 it, I'm still 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 even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes then after that they worthless

Man, I swear to God I nervous
I said I swear to God I nervous
I know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in bitch for certain
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't working
I em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, leave their brains on their jerseys

She say she love me, that's the talking
She about to blow me, a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he ain't me
I'm an gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your
And her birthday is her pajamas
She say, I know 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, I'll him
And this pistol came a silence

But I swear to God he it!
Yea, and I swear to God I nervous
Na, I swear to God I nervous
I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want 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, that boy Boo the
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 movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga it
Ain't no talking, get to it
niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave pussy with bruises

Girl, I to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I 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 with Tunechi, you'll end up a person
She got Lil on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach
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