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 pussy shit doin'
I'm cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I nervous, okay 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' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no in this bitch, for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't workin'
want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in truck like an Excursion

I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes work
say the best things in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get get
And my pants saggin like it, I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it green
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 to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't
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 for certain
I see you turnin' up but your up ain't working
I like em long and curvy
And if niggas its a game, I'll 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 gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck honor
And her suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't your dick was a recliner
punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever him
I get like Yolonda
Young Money 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 swear to God I ain't
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 bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip
She gone ride this dick the Kentucky-Derby

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

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