Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I ain't nervous, I to God I ain't nervous, no no
And I'm at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin'
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 swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I nervous, no
I got her twerkin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for
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 like an

Okay I'm at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's
I fuck with real and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give hoes that work
say the best things in life are free
That's why it for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like fuck it, I'm still on my
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up it turned green
Mane my got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
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 know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this for certain
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't working
I like em long and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, leave their brains on their jerseys

She say she love me, the molly talking
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 same to kiss 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 your man in his eye, give him a shiner
blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol with a silence

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

On that Patron, I'm
Game like virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she
her AK when 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 them
Ain't got no worries like
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch
I be goddamned, a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking, get to it
Real winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave that 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, twerkin and slurping, my
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in
I'm getting head the Maybach curtains
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