Lil Wayne - Curtains (Feat. Boo)

I ain't nervous
I swear to God
I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them
pussy niggas and that
pussy shit they doin'
I'm getting cake like
I'm Jewish
my nigga Drake he Jewish
I swear 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 swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin
twerkin and slurping
my sepernt
Ain't got no problems
in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin up
but your turn up ain't workin
Just want some mouth
and lip service
I'm getting head behind
the Maybach curtains
Ok I'm straight
action no ricochet
That pussy boneless
that's Chick fil a
I fuck with real riders
and they tickets paid
Niggas cryin wolf
well I'll wipe them tears away
I swear my momma
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 saggin like fuck
it I'm still on my business
Spent my birthday in jail
I was making bad decisions
Saw my enemy at the light
I told Marley light the weed
Then I lit them niggas up
before that motherfucker
turned green
Your bitch ride me like a go kart
I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts
then after that they wordless
Man
I swear to God
I ain't nervous
I said
I swear to God I ain't nervous
I dont know
I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that pussy don't
get purchased
ho
Ain't got no problems
in this bitch for certain
I see you turnin up
but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if niggas think its a game
I'll leave their brains
on their jerseys
She say she love me
thats the molly talking
Her pussy so wet it
keep sliding off it
She got a nigga
but he ain't me bitch
I'm the original gangster
he the remix
Girl do you use that same
mouth to kiss yo momma
I say
only God can judge me
fuck your honor
And her birthday
suit is her pajamas
She say
I didn't know your
dick was a recliner
I'll punch your man in his eye
give him a shiner
I'll blind him
him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda
Young Money Cash
Money's Obama
Its fuck 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
Yea
and I swear to God
I ain't nervous
Na
I swear to God
I ain't nervous
Bitch I'm the God
I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems
in this bitch and thats for certain
I see you turning up
but your turn up ain't working
Baby
I just want some mouth
and lip service
She gone ride this dick like
the Kentucky Derby
On that Pat ron
I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad bitch
she Persian
Call her AK when
she's squirting
You see the niggas I'm with
that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face
yo bitch got a place to sit
Yea I'm wilding off them
shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boogey
wanna hold hands
then watch movies
I be goddamned
make a nigga lose it
Ain't no talking lets get to it
Real niggas winning
fake niggas losing
Bitch I'll leave
that pussy with bruises
Girl
I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous
No
you know
I swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin
twerkin and slurping
My serpent
Ain't got no problems
in this bitch and
that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi
you'll end up a Missing Person
She got Lil Tunechi
on her booty
in cursive
I'm getting head behind
the Maybach curtains
Ya

Lil Wayne - Curtains (Feat. Boo)

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