LIL WAYNE - Curtains Lyrics

(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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