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 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 workin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up workin'
want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that truck like an

I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's
I fuck with real and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging
I swear my momma my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the best things in are free
That's why it cost for you to get get
And my pants saggin like it, I'm still on my business
my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, him up before it turned green
my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that worthless

Man, I swear to God I ain't
I I swear to God I ain't 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 haired and
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave brains on their jerseys

She say she love me, the molly talking
She to blow me, like a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he me bitch
I'm an original gangster, he the
Girl, do you use same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, your honor
And her suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't 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 Cash Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol with a silence

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

On that Patron, I'm
Game tight virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she
Call her AK when she's
You see the niggas I'm with, boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, yo got a place 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
no talking, lets get to it
Real niggas winning, 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 know I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, and slurping, my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in
I'm getting head the Maybach curtains
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