Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I ain't nervous, I swear to God I nervous, no no
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy they doin'
I'm getting cake I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I nervous
I swear to god I nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my
Ain't got no in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't workin'
Just some mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in truck like an Excursion

Okay I'm at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's
I fuck with real riders and they tickets
For dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my 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 like fuck 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 turned
Mane my niggas got birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play pussy like Mozart
I Mozart hoes hearts then after that they worthless

Man, I swear to God I ain't
I said I swear to God I nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I nervous
And that pussy 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 long and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their on their jerseys

She say she love me, the molly talking
She about to blow me, like a signing
She got a but he ain't me bitch
I'm an gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use same 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 know your dick was a
punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever him
I get like Yolonda
Money Cash Money's Obama
Its the world, no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol with a silence

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 bitch and that's for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip
She gone ride this like the Kentucky-Derby

On that Patron, I'm
Game tight like
I bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK she's squirting
You see the I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
As as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off shroomies
Ain't got no worries like
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch
I be goddamned, a nigga lose it
no talking, lets get to it
Real niggas winning, fake losing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy bruises

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