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 they
I'm cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't
I to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her twerkin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for
I see you up but your turn up ain't workin'
Just want mouth and lip service
And I got all my in that truck like an Excursion

Okay I'm straight at you, no
That pussy boneless, that's
I fuck real riders and they tickets paid
For them presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that
They say the best things in are free
why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like fuck it, I'm on my business
Spent my 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 a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then that they worthless

Man, I swear to God I ain't
I I swear 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 up but your turn up ain't working
I like em haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their on their jerseys

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

But I swear to God he it!
Yea, and I swear to God I nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't
Bitch I'm the God, I be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and for certain
I see you turning up but your up ain't working
Baby, I just want some and lip service
She gone ride this dick like the

On Patron, I'm swerving
Game tight like
I gotta bad bitch, she
her AK when she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with, boy Boo the shit
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 be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a lose it
Ain't no talking, get to it
Real niggas winning, fake losing
Bitch I'll leave that with bruises

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