Lil' Wayne

Lil' Wayne - Curtains

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(feat. Boo)

[Intro:]

Ain't nervous!

I swear to God I ain't nervous, no, no!

And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas

And that pussy shit they're doing.

They're getting cake like I'm Jewish

My nigga Drake, he Jewish!

I swear to God I ain't nervous, no, aha!

OK, I swear to God that 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 working, twerking and slurping my serpent

And got no problem in this bitch for certain

I see you turning up, but you turn up, they ain't working

Just want some mouth and lip service, yeah!

I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains

OK, I'm straight at you, no ricochet,

That pussy boneless, that chick fil-ay

I fuck with real riders, and they tickets pay

Niggas crying wolf, but I wiped them tears away!

I swear my momma trust my work, so I get these hoes that work

They say the best things in life are free,

That's why it cost for you to get murked.

Have 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, I told Marley, "light the weed!"

Then I lit them niggas up, before that mother fucker turned green

Your bitch ride me like a go cart

I play that pussy like Mozart

I mozart these hoes' hearts

And after that they're worthless!

Hook:

Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous, naw, naw

I said I swear to God I ain't nervous

I dont 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 worthy!

I like em long haired and curvy

And if niggas think its a game,

I'll leave their brains on their jerseys!

She say she love me, that's the Molly talking

Her pussy so wet, it keeps sliding of it

She got a nigga, but he ain't me, bitch

I'm the original gangster, hear the remix!

Girl do you use the same mouth to kiss your momma?

I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor!

Clap and her birthday suit is her pajamas

She said, I didn't know your dick was a recliner!

I punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner,

I blind him, him and whoever cosign him

I get Adam 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

Hook:

But I swear to God I ain't nervous, naw, naw

I said I swear to God I ain't nervous

I dont 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 worthy!

I like em long haired and curvy

And if niggas think its a game,

I'll leave their brains on their jerseys!

On that pat runn that I'm swerving, game tight like virgins

I gotta bad bitch, she Persian

Call her AK when she's squirting

You see the niggas I'm with, that boy boo the shit

As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit

Yea, I'm wilding off them...

Ain't got no worries like Tunechi

All my chicks be boogey, wanna hold hands then watch movies

I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it

Ain't no talking, lets get to it!

Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing

Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises!

[Outro:]

Girl, I swear to God I ain't nervous, naw, naw

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

And got no problem in this bitch, and that's for certain

You fuck with Tunchi, you end up a missing person

She got that Tunchi on that bootie and cursing

I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains!

Thanks to mhmd@ysf for correcting these lyrics

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