Curtains feat. Boo

歌詞

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 Yeah, 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 [Verse 3: Boo] 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