Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I ain't nervous, I to God I ain't nervous, no no
And I'm at them 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 nervous, okay I swear 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' twerkin' and slurping my
Ain't got no problems in bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your up ain't workin'
want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that truck like an

Okay I'm straight at you, no
That boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real riders and they tickets
For dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these 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
Spent my birthday in jail, I was bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it green
Mane my niggas got birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play pussy like Mozart
I Mozart hoes hearts then after that they worthless

Man, I swear to God I nervous
I said I to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I 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 long and curvy
And if think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys

She say she love me, the molly talking
She about to blow me, a signing bonus
She got a nigga but he me bitch
I'm an gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to yo momma?
I say, God can judge me, fuck your honor
And her birthday is her pajamas
She say, I didn't your dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a
I'll him, him and whoever cosign him
I get like Yolonda
Young Money Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol came a silence

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

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

Girl, I swear to God I nervous
I swear to God I nervous
No, you know I to God I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping, my
Ain't got no problems in 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 behind the Maybach curtains
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