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 shit they
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I swear to god I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I swear to god I nervous, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't workin'
want some 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 fuck with real and they tickets paid
For them presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these that work
They say the things in life are free
why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like fuck it, I'm still on my
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 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 pussy don't 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 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 to blow me, like a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he me bitch
I'm an gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that 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 your dick was a
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a
blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like
Young Cash Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol came a silence

But I swear to God he it!
Yea, and I to God I ain't nervous
Na, I swear to God I nervous
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 turning up but your turn up working
Baby, I just some mouth and lip service
She gone this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

On that Patron, I'm
tight like virgins
I gotta bad bitch, she
Call her AK when she's
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 wilding off shroomies
got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking, 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 ain't
No, you know I swear to God I ain't
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my
got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in
I'm getting head the Maybach curtains
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