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 pussy shit doin'
I'm getting like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay I 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 this bitch, for
I see you up but your turn up ain't workin'
Just want mouth and lip service
And I got all my niggas in truck like 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 start digging
I swear my momma trust my work, so I these hoes that work
They say the best things in are free
That's why it for you to get get murked
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, him up before it turned green
Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird
Your ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts after that they worthless

Man, I swear to God I ain't
I said I swear to God I nervous
I don't know, I to God I ain't nervous
And that don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin' up but turn up ain't working
I like em long and curvy
And if niggas its a game, I'll leave 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 ain't me
I'm an original gangster, he the
Girl, do you use that same mouth to yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, your honor
And her suit is her pajamas
She say, I know your dick 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 the world, no condom
If he twisted, unwind him
And this pistol came with a

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 in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for
I see you turning up but turn up ain't working
Baby, I want some mouth and lip service
She ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby

On Patron, I'm swerving
tight like virgins
I bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK when she's
You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a to sit
Yea, I'm wilding off shroomies
got no worries like Tunechi
All my be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, a nigga lose it
no talking, lets get to it
Real niggas winning, niggas losing
Bitch leave that pussy with bruises

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