Curtains

Ain't nervous I swear to God

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 f**k 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 f**k 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 motherf**ker 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 don't 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 that's 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

F**k 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 f**k 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 f**k 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

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