Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

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

Okay I'm at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's
I fuck with real and they tickets paid
For them dead we will start digging graves
I swear my momma my work, so I give these hoes that work
They say the things in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get get
And my pants saggin like it, I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned
Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like
I Mozart these hoes hearts then 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 pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you turnin' up but your up ain't working
I em long haired and curvy
And if think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys

She say she love me, that's the talking
She about to blow me, like a signing
She got a but he ain't me bitch
I'm an original gangster, he the
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo
I say, only God can judge me, your honor
And her birthday suit is her
She say, I didn't know your was a recliner
I'll punch man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and cosign him
I get Adam Yolonda
Young Money Cash Obama
Its the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol came a silence

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

On Patron, I'm swerving
Game tight like
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 wilding off them
Ain't got no worries Tunechi
All my chicks be boojie, hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a lose it
no talking, lets get to it
Real winning, fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy 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
Ain't got no problems in this and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, end up a missing person
She got Lil on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the curtains
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