Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I ain't nervous, I swear to God I nervous, no no
And I'm laughing at them pussy and that pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I to god I ain't 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 slurping my
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 like an Excursion

I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, Chick-fil-a
I fuck real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these that work
They say the best in life are free
That's why it cost for you to get get
And my pants saggin fuck it, I'm still on my business
my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
Saw my at the light, shot him up before it turned green
Mane my niggas got them birds, you even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they

Man, I to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I ain't
And pussy don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't working
I em long haired and curvy
And if niggas 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 nigga but he ain't me
I'm an gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your
And her birthday is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your was a recliner
I'll your man in his eye, give him a shiner
blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like
Young Cash Money's Obama
Its the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol came with a

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 in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this dick like the

On that Patron, I'm
Game tight virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she
her AK when she's squirting
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, wanna hold then watch movies
I be goddamned, a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking, get to it
Real niggas winning, niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave pussy with bruises

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