Curtains Lyrics By Lil Wayne
I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah-no
And I'm laughing at them pussy **** and that pussy shit they doing
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my **** Drake, he Jewish
I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah
Okay, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to God I ain't nervous
I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I got her working, twerking and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Just want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my **** in that truck like a excursion
Okay, I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-A
I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid
For them dead presidents we will start digging graves
I swear my mama 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 murked
And my pants sagging 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, shot 'em up before it turned green
Man my **** got them birds, you ain't even got birdseeds
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes' hearts then after that, they worthless
Man, I sweat to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh
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, hoe
Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
I like 'em long haired and curvy
And if **** think it's a game, I'll leave they brains on they jerseys
She say she love but that's the Molly talking
She 'bout to blow me, like a signing bonus
She got a **** but he ain't me, bitch
I'm an original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss your mama?
I'm saying 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, Obama
It's fuck the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind 'em and this pistol came with a silence
But I swear to God he heard it, yeah
And I swear to God I ain't nervous, naw
I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh
Bitch, I'm the god, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
I see you turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gon' ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby
On that Pat-ron I'm swerving, game tight like virgins
Got a bad bitch, she Persian, call her AK when she's squirting
You see the **** I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
As long as I got a face, your bitch got a place to sit
Yeah I'm wilding off them shroomies, ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be bougie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I'll be goddamned, make a **** lose it
Ain't no talking, let's get to it
Real **** winning, fake **** losing
Bitch, I'll leave that pussy with bruises
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, uh-uh
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to God I ain't nervous
Uh, I got her working, twerking and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain
You fuck with Tunechi, you end up a missing person
She lil Tunechi on her booty in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains, yeah
