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