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LIL WAYNE lyrics : "Curtains"

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them #~!!@ ^!$$%s and that #~!!@ %#@! they doin'

I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my ^!$$% 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 (*##$, for certain
I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't workin

Just want some mouth and lip service
And I got all my ^!$$%s in that truck like an Excursion


[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That #~!!@ boneless, that's Chick-fil-a

I $#&@ 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 get murked
And my pants sagging like $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds

Your (*##$ ride me like a go kart, I play that #~!!@ like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless


[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 #~!!@ don't get purchased, ho
Ain't got no problems in this (*##$ for certain

I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working
I like em long haired and curvy
And if ^!$$%s think its a game, I'll leave their 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 ^!$$% but he ain't me (*##$
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, $#&@ 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's Obama
It's $#&@ 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
(*##$ I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
Ain't got no problems in this (*##$ 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 dick like the Kentucky Derby


[Verse 3: Boo]
On that Pat-ron, I'm swerving

Game tight like virgins
I gotta bad (*##$, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirting

You see the ^!$$%s I'm with, that boy Boo the %#@!
As long as I got a face, yo (*##$ got a place to sit
Yea, 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 !@#$ed, make a ^!$$% lose it

Ain't no talking- lets get to it
Real ^!$$%s winning, fake ^!$$%s losing
(*##$ I'll leave that #~!!@ 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 (*##$ and that's for certain

You $#&@ 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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