Curtains - Lil Wayne feat Boo
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them p_ssy n_ggas and that p_ssy sh_t they doin'
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my n_gga Drake he Jewish
I swear to god I ain't nervous, okay 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 slurping my sepernt
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
Yeah, I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Ok I'm straight action-no ricochet
That p_ssy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
I f_ck with real riders and they tickets paid
N_ggas cryin wolf, well I'll 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's why it cost for you to get get murked
And my pants saggin like f_ck 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 n_ggas up before that motherf_cker turned green
Your b_tch ride me like a go kart
I play that p_ssy like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they wordless
[Hook 1: Lil Wayne]
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous
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 working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if n_ggas think its a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She say she love me, thats the molly talking
Her p_ssy so wet it keep sliding off it
She got a n_gga but he ain't me b_tch
I'm the original gangster, he the remix
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
I say, only God can judge me, f_ck your honor
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She say, I didn't know your d_ck 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's Obama
Its f_ck the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And 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 nervous
Na, I swear to God I ain't nervous
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 turning up but your turn up ain't working
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
She gone ride this d_ck like the Kentucky-Derby
[Verse 3: Boo]
On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad b_tch, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting
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
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
All my chicks be boogey, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a n_gga lose it
Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real n_ggas winning, fake n_ggas losing
B_tch I'll leave that p_ssy with bruises
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous
I swear to god I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to god I ain't nervous
I got her workin, twerkin and slurping
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 Missing Person
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
Ya
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