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letra de curtains - lil wayne feat. boo

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i ain’t nervous
(hm-hm-hm)
i swear to god, i ain’t nervous (god, i ain’t nervous)

nah, nah

and i’m laughin’ at them p-ssy n-ggas
and that p-ssy sh-t they doin’
i’m gettin’ cake like i’m jewish
my n-gga drake, he jewish

i swear to god, i ain’t nervous
(swear to god, i ain’t nervous)
nah, nah
heh-heh (heh-heh)

ok, i swear to god, i ain’t nervous
(swear to god i ain’t nervous)
i swear to god, i ain’t nervous (i ain’t nervous)
i say, i swear to god i ain’t nervous
(i swear to god i ain’t nervous)

i got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin’ my serpent
ain’t got no problems in this b-tch, for certain
i see you turnin up, but your turn up ain’t workin’
just want some mouth and lip service
and i got all my n-ggas in that truck like an excursion

okay i’m straight at you (straight at you)
no ricochet (no ricochet)
that p-ssy boneless (that p-ssy boneless)
that’s chick-fil-a (that’s chick-fil-a)
i f-ck with real riders (i f-ck with real riders)
and they ticket’s paid (and they tickets paid)
for them dead presidents
we will start digging graves

i swear my momma trust my work (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 sagging like f-ck it (f-ck it)
i’m still on my business

spent my birthday in jail
i was makin’ bad decisions (making bad decisions)
saw my enemy at the light
shot him up before it turned green
man, my n-ggas got them birds
you ain’t even got bird seeds
yo b-tch ride me like a go-kart
i play that p-ssy like mozart (mozart)
i mozart these hoes hearts
then after that, they worthless

man, i swear to god i ain’t nervous (uh-uh)
i said i swear to god, i ain’t nervous
i dont know, i swear to god, i ain’t nervous

and that p-ssy don’t get purchased, ho
ain’t got no problems in this b-tch for certain
i see you turnin up, but your turn up ain’t workin’
i like ’em long haired and curvy
and if n-ggas think its a game
i’ll leave their brains on their jerseys

she say she love me (she love me)
that’s the molly talkin’ (molly talkin’)
she about to blow me (blow me)
like a signin’ bonus (signin’ bonus)
she got a n-gga (n-gga)
but he ain’t me, b-tch (me, b-tch)
i’m an original gangster, he the remix (remix)

girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
(kiss yo momma)
i say, only god can judge me
f-ck your honor (f-ck your honor, yeah)
and her birthday suit is her pajamas (her pajamas)

she say, i didn’t know your d-ck was a recliner (recliner)
i’ll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner (shiner)
i’ll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
i get adam like yolonda, young money
cash money, obama
it’s f-ck 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!

yeah, and i swear to god i ain’t nervous
nah, i swear to god i ain’t nervous (uh-uh)
b-tch i’m the god, i should be rapping in a turban

ain’t got no problems in this b-tch, and thats for certain
i see you turnin’ up, but your turn up ain’t workin’, yeah
baby, i just want some mouth and lip service, yeah
she gone ride this d-ck like the kentucky (ha-ha) derby

uh
on that pat-ron, i’m swervin’
game tight like virgins
gotta bad b-tch, she persian
call her ak when she’s squirtin’

you see the n-ggas i’m with?
that boy, boo, the sh-t
as long as i got a face
yo b-tch got a place to sit
yeah, i’m wildin’ off them shroomies
ain’t got no worries like tunechi

all my chicks be bougie
wanna hold hands, then watch movies
i be godd-mned, make a n-gga lose it
ain’t no talking, let’s get to it
real n-ggas winnin’, fake n-ggas losin’
b-tch, i’ll leave that p-ssy 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 workin, twerkin, and slurpin’, my serpent
ain’t got no problems in this b-tch, and that’s for certain
you f-ck with tunechi, you’ll end up a missin’ person
she got lil’ tunechi on her booty, in cursive
i’m getting head behind the maybach curtains
ya

- lil wayne feat boo

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