Lil Wayne - Curtains (Feat. Boo) (Prod. By Detail) | Текст песни

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• Curtains (Feat. Boo) (Prod. By Detail)

I ain’t nervous, mhm
I swear to god I ain’t nervous, nah, nah,
And I’m laughing at them pussy niggas
And that pussy shit they doing
Getting cake like I’m jewish, my nigga drake keep george
I swear to god I ain’t nervous, nah, haha

Ok, I swear to god I ain’t nervous
I swear to god I ain’t nervous
I said I swear to go I ain’t nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurpin, my syrup
Ain’t got no problems in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain’t working
Just want some out here lip service
I’m getting head behind the maybach, curtains
Ok I’m straight at you, no ricochee
That pussy boneless, that’s chick file
I fuck with real riders, and they tick as spade
Niggas crying wolf, while I wipe them tears away
I swear my mama trust my work
So I get these hoes that work
They say the best thangs in life are free
That’s why it cost for you to get murked
And my pain saggin like fuck it, I’m still on my bindess
Spent my birthday in jail, I was makin bad decisions
Saw my enemies at the light
I told molly the weed
Then I lit them niggas up, before that motherfucker go green
Yoru bitch ride me like a go car
I play that pussy like mozart
I mozart these hoes hard, and after that they worthless

I swear to god I ain’t nervous, aha
I said I swear to god I ain’t nervous
I don’t know, I swear to god I ain’t nervous
And that pussy don’t get purchased, hoe
Ain’t got no problems in this bitch, for certains
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain’t workin
I like them long hair and curby
If niggas thank is a game, I leave they stains on them jerseys
She said she love me, that’s the molly talkin
Her pussy so wet, it keeps sliding over
She got a nigga but she ain’t need bitch
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I’m the original gangster, he the remix
Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama
I said only god can judge me, fuck your honor
Yeah, and her birthday suit is her pijamas
She say I didn’t knew your dick is a recliner
I punch your man in the eye, give him a shiner
I blind em, hear me never gonn sign em
I get atom like yolanda, young money, cash money obama
It’s fuck the world, no condom
If he twisted I’ll rewind them
And this pistol came with a silencer

But I swear to god he heard it
I said I swear to god I ain’t nervous
Nah, I swear to god I ain’t nervous, aha
Bitch I’m a god, I should be rappin in the turban
Ain’t got no problems in this bitch, for certains
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain’t workin
Baby I do on some out here lip service
She gonn ride this dick like the kentucky, derby

On that pat run, I’m swerving, game tight like virgins
Got a bad bitch she persian, call her ak when she squirtin
You see the niggas I’m with, that boy buda shit
As long as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit
Yeah I’m wailing off them shroomies
Ain’t go no worries like tunchi
All my chicks will be bujy,
When I hold hands they don’t watch movies
I be god damn, nigga make it loose it
Ain’t no talking, let’s get to it
Real niggas winning, tur niggas loosin
Bitch I leave that pussy with bruises

Girl I swear to god I ain’t nervous, aha, yeah
I swear to god I ain’t nervous, yeah, yeah,
No, I swear to got I ain’t nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurpin, my syrup
Ain’t got no problems in this bitch, and that’s for certain
You fuck with tunchi, you end up a missin person
She got a tunchi on her booty...
I’m getting head behind the maybach, curtains, yeah

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