Lil Wayne - Curtains (ft. Boo) (Traduction Française) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous
And I'm laughing at them pus*y n*ggas and that pus*y 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 sepernt
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

[Couplet 1: Lil Wayne]
Okay I'm straight at you, no ricochet
That pus*y boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
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 get murked
And my pants sagging 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
Mane 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 pus*y like Mozart
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless
[Refrain 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 pus*y 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

[Couplet 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 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 di*k 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
[Refrain 2: Lil Wayne]
But I swear to God he heard it!
Yeah, and I swear to God I ain't nervous
Na, 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 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 di*k like the Kentucky Derby

[Couplet 3: Boo]
On that Patrón, I'm swerving
Game tight like virgins
I gotta 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 (Yeah!)
All my chicks be boogie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
I be goddamned, 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 pus*y 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
Ya
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