Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I ain't nervous, I swear to God I nervous, no no
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that shit they doin'
I'm cake 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 swear to god I ain't nervous, I say, I 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 turn up ain't
Just want some mouth and lip
And I got all my niggas in that truck an Excursion

Okay I'm straight at you, no
pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I fuck with riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will 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 for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like it, I'm still on my business
Spent my 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 ain't 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 pussy don't get purchased, ho
got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you up but your turn up ain't working
I like em haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their

She say she love me, that's the 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 to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your
And her birthday suit is her
She say, I didn't know your dick was a
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a
I'll blind him, him and whoever him
I get Adam Yolonda
Young Money Cash Money's
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, I'll him
And pistol came with a silence

But I to God he heard it!
Yea, and I to God I ain't 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 bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but turn up ain't working
Baby, I just some mouth and lip service
She ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

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

Girl, I swear to God I nervous
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
got no problems in this bitch 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 Maybach
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