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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoCurtains (Feat. Boo)
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervousAnd I'm laughing at them pussy niggasand that pussy shit they doin'I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he JewishI swear to god I ain't nervous, okayI swear to god I ain't nervousI swear to god I ain't nervous,I say, I swear to god I ain't nervousI got her workin, twerkin and slurping my seperntAin't got no problems in this bitch-for certainI see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workinJust want some mouth and lip serviceAnd I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]Okay I'm straight edge, no ricochetThat pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-aI fuck with real riders and they tickets paidFor them dead presidents we will start digging gravesI swear my momma trust my work,so I give these hoes that workThey say the best things in life are freeThat's why it cost for you to get get murkedAnd my pants saggin like fuck it I'm still on my businessSpent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisionsSaw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned greenMane my niggas got them birdsYou ain't even got bird seedsYour bitch ride me like a go kartI play that pussy like MozartI Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]Man, I swear to God I ain't nervousI said I swear to God I ain't nervousI dont know, I swear to God I ain't nervousAnd that pussy don't get purchased, hoAin't got no problems in this bitch for certainI see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workingI like em long haired and curvyAnd if niggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]She say she love me, thats the molly talkingHer pussy so wet it keep sliding off itShe got a nigga but he ain't me bitchI'm the original gangster, he the remixGirl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honorAnd her birthday suit is her pajamasShe say, I didn't know your dick was a reclinerI'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shinerI'll blind him, him and whoever cosign himI get Adam like YolondaYoung Money Cash Money's ObamaIts fuck the world, no condomIf he twisted, I'll unwind himAnd this pistol came with a silence[Hook 2: Lil Wayne]But I swear to God he heard it!Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervousNa, I swear to God I ain't nervousBitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turbanAin't got no problems in this bitch and thats for certainI see you turning up but your turn up ain't workingBaby, I just want some mouth and lip serviceShe gone ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby[Verse 3: Boo]On that Pat-ron, I'm swervingGame tight like virginsI gotta bad bitch, she PersianCall her AK when she's squirtingYou see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shitAs long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sitYea, I'm wilding off them shroomiesAin't got no worries like TunechiAll my chicks be boogey,wanna hold hands then watch moviesI be goddamned, make a nigga lose itAin't no talking- lets get to itReal niggas winning, fake niggas losingBitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises[Outro: Lil Wayne]Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervousI swear to god I ain't nervousNo, you know I swear to god I ain't nervousI got her workin, twerkin and slurpingMy serpentAin't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certainYou fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a Missing PersonShe got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursiveI'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
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