Curtains

[Intro: Lil Wayne]

I ain't nervous

I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah, nah

And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas

And that pussy shit they doin'

I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish

My nigga Drake, he Jewish

I swear to god I ain't nervous, nah, hahah

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 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 niggas in that truck like an Excursion

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

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 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 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 him up before it turned green

Mane, my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds

Your bitch ride me like a go-kart, I play that pussy like Mozart

I Mozart these hoes' hearts then after that, they worthless

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

Man, I swear 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, ho

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 niggas think it's a game

I'll leave they brains on their jerseys

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

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

She about to blow me, like a signing bonus

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

I'm an original gangster, he the remix

Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?

I say, 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 him

And this pistol came with a silence

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

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

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

[Verse 3: Boo]

On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving, game tight like virgins

I got a 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

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 be goddamned, make a nigga lose it

Ain't no talking, let's get to it

Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing

Bitch, I'll leave that pussy with bruises

[Outro: Lil Wayne]

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

I got her workin', twerkin' and slurping my serpent

Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain

You fuck 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

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