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 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 nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for
I see you up but your turn up ain't workin'
Just want some mouth and lip
And I got all my niggas in that truck an Excursion

Okay I'm straight at you, no
pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real 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 things in life are free
That's why it for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like it, I'm still on my business
Spent my in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it green
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 these hoes hearts then that they worthless

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

She say she me, that's the molly talking
She about to blow me, a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he ain't me
I'm an original gangster, he the
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your
And her birthday is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your dick was a
I'll your man in his eye, give him a shiner
blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam Yolonda
Money Cash Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, unwind him
And pistol came with a silence

But I swear to God he 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 your turn up ain't
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip
She gone this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

On Patron, I'm swerving
Game like virgins
I bad bitch, she Persian
her AK when she's 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 like
All my be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a lose it
no talking, lets get to it
Real niggas winning, niggas losing
I'll leave that pussy with bruises

Girl, I to God I ain't 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 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 getting behind the Maybach curtains
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