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Lil Wayne
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Curtains
I ain't nervous I swear to god I ain't nervous Naw, naw And I'm laughin at them pussy niggas, and that pussy shit they doin Gettin' cake like I'm Jewish My nigga Drake he Jewish I swear to god I ain't nervous naw Ok 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 slurpin my serpent Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain I see you turning up with your turn up ain't working Just want some mouth and lip service, yeah I'm gettin head behind the Maybach, curtains Ok I'm straight edge, no ricochet That pussy boneless, that chick-fil-a I fuck with real riders, and they tickets paid Niggas crying wolf, while I 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 what it costs for you to get merked Have 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 turn green Your bitch ride me like a go cart I play that pussy like Mozart I Mozart these hoes hearts and them after that they worthless I swear to god I ain't nervous I said I swear to god I ain't nervous 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 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 certain I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin I like me long hair and curcy If niggas think it's a game I leave their brains on their jerseys She said she love me that's the molly talkin' Her pussy so wet, it keep sliding off it She got a nigga, but he ain't me bitch I'm the original gangsta, he the remix Girl do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama? I say only god can judge me, fuck you honor Yeah her birthday suit is her pajamas She said I didn't know your dick was a recliner I punch her man in his eye give him a shiner I blind him, him and whoever Cosigned him I get at him like Yolanda Young Money, Cash Money, Obama It's fuck the world no condom If he twisted, I'll unwind him And the pistol came with a silence, but I swear to god he heard it I said I swear to god I aint nervous Nah I swear to god I ain't nervous Bitch I'm the god I should be rappin in a turban Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain I see you turnin up, but your turn up ain't workin Baby I do on some out and some lip service She gonna ride this dick like Kentucky, Derby
[Boo]
On that pat run, I'm swervin Game tight like virgins Got a bad bitch, she persian Call her AK when she quirtin You see the niggas I'm with That boy buddah shit As long as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit Yeah I'm whilin off them shroomies, aint got no worries like tunchi All my chicks will be bujy When I hold hands, then watch movies I be goddamn, nigga make me lose it Ain't no talkin let's get to it Real niggas winning, fake niggas losin Bitch, I leave that pussy with bruises
[Hook]
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