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 pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he
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 to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my
Ain't got no problems in bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't
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 with 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 work
say the best 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 birthday in jail, I was bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned
Mane my got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts after that they worthless

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

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 original gangster, he the
Girl, do you use same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, God can judge me, fuck your honor
And her birthday is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know dick 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 Money Cash Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, unwind him
And this came with a silence

But I to God he heard it!
Yea, and I swear to God I nervous
Na, I swear to God I nervous
I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but turn up ain't working
Baby, I want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this dick the Kentucky-Derby

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

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