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

Okay I'm at you, no ricochet
pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real and they tickets paid
For them dead we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes work
They say the best things in life are
That's why it cost for you to get get
And my pants like fuck 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 green
Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird
bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they

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

She say she love me, the molly talking
She about to blow me, like a 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, only God can judge me, fuck your
And her birthday is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know dick was a recliner
I'll your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll blind him, him and whoever him
I get Adam Yolonda
Young Money 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 swear to God I nervous
Na, I to God I ain't nervous
Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for
I see you turning up but your up ain't working
Baby, I just want some and lip service
She gone ride this like the Kentucky-Derby

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

Girl, I swear to God I ain't
I to God I ain't 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, you'll end up a missing
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in
I'm getting head behind the curtains
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