Lil' Wayne, Boo - Curtains

[Lil Wayne:]
I ain't nervous,
I swear to God, I ain't nervous,
And I'm laughin' 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 slurpin' my serpent,
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 Truk like an Excursion.

OK, I'm straight edge, 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 diggin' 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, “Fuck it! I'm still on my business.”
Spent my birthday in jail, I was makin' bad decisions;
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green,
Man, 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 wordless.

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 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 workin'.
I like ‘em long haired and curvy,
And if niggas think it's a game, I'll leave their brains on their jerseys.

She say, she love me, that's the Molly talkin',
She about to blow me, like a signin' 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 Yolanda,
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!

Yeah, and I swear to God I ain't nervous,
Nah, I swear to God, I ain't nervous,
Bitch, I'm the God, I should be rappin' in a turban,
Ain't got no problems in this bitch and that's for certain,
I see you turnin' up but your turn-up ain't workin',
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service;
She gon' ride this dick like the Kentucky Derby.

[Boo:]
On that Patrón, I'm swervin',
Game tight like virgins;
I gotta bad bitch, she Persian,
Call her AK when she's squirtin',
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 wildin' 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 talkin', let's get to it.
Real niggas winnin', fake niggas losin',
Bitch, I'll leave that pussy with bruises.

[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 slurpin' 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.