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lirik lagu curtains – lil wayne feat. boo

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i ain’t nervous
(hm*hm*hm)
i swear to god, i ain’t nervous (god, i ain’t nervous)

nah, nah

and i’m laughin’ at them p*ssy n*ggas
and that p*ssy sh*t they doin’
i’m gettin’ cake like i’m jewish
my n*gga drake, he jewish

i swear to god, i ain’t nervous
(swear to god, i ain’t nervous)
nah, nah
heh*heh (heh*heh)

ok, i swear to god, i ain’t nervous
(swear to god i ain’t nervous)
i swear to god, i ain’t nervous (i ain’t nervous)
i say, i swear to god i ain’t nervous
(i swear to god i ain’t nervous)

i got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin’ my serpent
ain’t got no problems in this b*tch, for certain
i see you turnin up, but your turn up ain’t workin’
just want some mouth and lip service
and i got all my n*ggas in that truck like an excursion

okay i’m straight at you (straight at you)
no ricochet (no ricochet)
that p*ssy boneless (that p*ssy boneless)
that’s chick*fil*a (that’s chick*fil*a)
i f*ck with real riders (i f*ck with real riders)
and they ticket’s paid (and they tickets paid)
for them dead presidents
we will start digging graves

i swear my momma trust my work (trust my work)
so i give these hoes that work
they say the best things in life are free
that’s why it cost for you to get get murked
and my pants sagging like f*ck it (f*ck it)
i’m still on my business

spent my birthday in jail
i was makin’ bad decisions (making bad decisions)
saw my enemy at the light
shot him up before it turned green
man, my n*ggas got them birds
you ain’t even got bird seeds
yo b*tch ride me like a go*kart
i play that p*ssy like mozart (mozart)
i mozart these hoes hearts
then after that, they worthless

man, i swear to god i ain’t nervous (uh*uh)
i said i swear to god, i ain’t nervous
i dont know, i swear to god, i ain’t nervous

and that p*ssy don’t get purchased, ho
ain’t got no problems in this b*tch for certain
i see you turnin up, but your turn up ain’t workin’
i like ’em long haired and curvy
and if n*ggas think its a game
i’ll leave their brains on their jerseys

she say she love me (she love me)
that’s the molly talkin’ (molly talkin’)
she about to blow me (blow me)
like a signin’ bonus (signin’ bonus)
she got a n*gga (n*gga)
but he ain’t me, b*tch (me, b*tch)
i’m an original gangster, he the remix (remix)

girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
(kiss yo momma)
i say, only god can judge me
f*ck your honor (f*ck your honor, yeah)
and her birthday suit is her pajamas (her pajamas)

she say, i didn’t know your d*ck was a recliner (recliner)
i’ll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner (shiner)
i’ll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
i get adam like yolonda, young money
cash money, obama
it’s f*ck the world, no condom
if he twisted, i’ll unwind him
and this pistol came with a silence
but i swear to god he heard it!

yeah, and i swear to god i ain’t nervous
nah, i swear to god i ain’t nervous (uh*uh)
b*tch i’m the god, i should be rapping in a turban

ain’t got no problems in this b*tch, and thats for certain
i see you turnin’ up, but your turn up ain’t workin’, yeah
baby, i just want some mouth and lip service, yeah
she gone ride this d*ck like the kentucky (ha*ha) derby

uh
on that pat*ron, i’m swervin’
game tight like virgins
gotta bad b*tch, she persian
call her ak when she’s squirtin’

you see the n*ggas i’m with?
that boy, boo, the sh*t
as long as i got a face
yo b*tch got a place to sit
yeah, i’m wildin’ off them shroomies
ain’t got no worries like tunechi

all my chicks be bougie
wanna hold hands, then watch movies
i be godd*mned, make a n*gga lose it
ain’t no talking, let’s get to it
real n*ggas winnin’, fake n*ggas losin’
b*tch, i’ll leave that p*ssy with bruises

girl, i swear to god i ain’t nervous (uh, uh)
i swear to god i ain’t nervous
no, you know i swear to god, i ain’t nervous, uh

i got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin’, my serpent
ain’t got no problems in this b*tch, and that’s for certain
you f*ck with tunechi, you’ll end up a missin’ person
she got lil’ tunechi on her booty, in cursive
i’m getting head behind the maybach curtains
ya

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