Luyện nghe bài hát Curtains

I ain't nervous, I to God I ain't nervous, no no
And I'm laughing at 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 ain't nervous, okay I swear to god I ain't
I swear to god I nervous, I say, I swear to god I ain't nervous, no
I got her workin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't workin'
Just want some and lip service
And I got all my niggas in that truck like an

Okay I'm at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, Chick-fil-a
I fuck with real riders and they paid
For them dead we will start digging graves
I my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
say the best things 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
Spent my birthday in jail, I was bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned
Mane my niggas got them birds, you even got bird seeds
Your bitch ride me a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after they worthless

Man, I swear to God I nervous
I said I swear to God I nervous
I know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that pussy get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't
I like em haired 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 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 know your was a recliner
punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam Yolonda
Young Money Money's Obama
Its fuck the world, no
If he twisted, I'll him
And this pistol came with a

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

On Patron, I'm swerving
Game tight like
I gotta bad bitch, she
her AK when she's 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 wilding off them
Ain't got no like Tunechi
All my be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a lose it
Ain't no talking, get to it
Real niggas winning, fake niggas
Bitch leave that pussy with bruises

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