Curtains Lyrics - I Am Not A Human Being 2 - Lil Wayne

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

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, 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 bitch, 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 niggas in that truck like an Excursion 

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 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 

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 pussy don't get purchased, ho 

Ain't got no problems in this bitch for certain 

I see you turnin up but your turn up ain't working 

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 

She about to blow me, like a signing bonus 

She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch 

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, 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's Obama 

It's fuck the world, no condom 

If he twisted, I'll unwind him 

And this pistol came with a silence 

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 

Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban 

Ain't got no problems in this bitch 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 

On that Pat-ron, 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 shroomies 

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 

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 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 

Ya 

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