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Lil Wayne lyrics : "Curtains"

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous, nah
And I'm laughing at them #~!!@ n*ggas and that #~!!@ 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 serpent

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

And I got all my n*ggas in that truck like an excursion

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Okay I'm straight edge, no ricochet
That #~!!@ boneless, that's chick fillet
I f*ck 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 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, shot him up before it turned green
Man my n*ggas got them birds
You ain't even got bird seeds

Your b*tch ride me like a go kart
I play that #~!!@ like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes' hearts then after that they worthless


[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Man, I swear to God I ain't nervous

I said I swear to God I ain't nervous
I don't know, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And that #~!!@ 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 it's 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 'bout to blow me like a signing bonus
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 Yolanda
Young Money Cash Money's Obama

It's f*ck the world, no condom
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
And this pistol came with a silence


[Hook: Lil Wayne]
But I swear to God he heard it!

Yea, and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Nah, 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 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 d*ck like the Kentucky derby

[Verse 3: Boo]

On that Patron, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I got a 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

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 !@#$ed, make a n*gga lose it
Ain't no talking - let's get to it

Real n*ggas winning, fake n*ggas losing
B*tch 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 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
Yea

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