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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
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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
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