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 they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he
I swear to god I nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't nervous
I to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and my serpent
Ain't got no in this bitch, for certain
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 an Excursion

Okay I'm at you, no ricochet
That boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real riders and they tickets
For them dead presidents we start digging graves
I my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best in life are free
That's why it for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin fuck it, I'm still on my business
my birthday 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 that pussy Mozart
I these hoes hearts then after that they worthless

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

She say she me, that's the molly talking
She about to blow me, like a signing
She got a nigga but he ain't me
I'm an gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, your honor
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
I'll blind him, him and whoever him
I get like Yolonda
Young Money Cash Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol came a silence

But I to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I ain't
Na, I swear to God I ain't
Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a
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 some mouth and lip service
She gone this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

On that Patron, I'm
Game tight like
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 got a place to sit
Yea, I'm off them shroomies
Ain't got no like Tunechi
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then movies
I be goddamned, a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking, get to it
Real winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll that pussy with bruises

Girl, I to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I nervous
No, you I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, and slurping, my serpent
got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in
I'm head behind the Maybach curtains
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