Curtains 创作者：
Lil Wayne

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调：E minor

Verse 1
Gm 
Eb 
Gm 
I   ain't nervous
(Hm- hm- hm)
D 
Gm 
I swear to God, I  ain't nervous
Eb 
Gm 
(God, I ain't nervous)
Nah, nah
Dm 
And I'm laughin' at them pussy niggas

Verse 2

And that

pussy shit they doin'

I'm gettin' cake like I'm Jewish

My nigga Drake, he Jewish

Verse 3
Eb 
I swear to God, I ain't
Gm 
nervous
Eb 
(Swear to God, I ain't nervous)
Gm 
Nah, nah
Heh- heh (Heh- heh)

Verse 4
Eb 
Gm 
OK, I swear to God, I ain't nervous
Eb 
Gm 
(Swear to God I ain't nervous)
I swear to God, I ain't nervous
(I ain't nervous)
I say, I swear to God I
ain't nervous
Eb 
Gm 
(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,
Eb 
for certain
Gm 
I see you turnin up, but your
turn up ain't workin'
Just want some mouth
Eb 
and lip service
Gm 
And I got all my niggas in that
truck like an Excursion

Verse 5
Gm 
Dm 
Okay I'm straight at
you (Straight at you)
Eb 
No ricochet (No ricochet)
Gm 
That pussy boneless (That pussy
boneless)
That's Chick- fil- a (That's Chick- fil- a)
Dm 
I fuck with real riders (I fuck
with real riders)
Eb 
And they ticket's paid
(And they tickets paid)
Gm 
For them dead presidents
Dm 
We will start digging graves
Gm 
I swear my momma trust my

Verse 6
Gm 
work
(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 (Fuck it)

Verse 7
I'm still on my business
Gm 
Spent my birthday in jail
I was makin' bad decisions
(Making bad decisions)
Saw my enemy at the light
Eb 
Shot him up before it turned green
Gm 
Man, my niggas got them birds
You ain't even got bird seeds
Dm 
Yo bitch ride me like a go- kart
Eb 
I play that pussy like Mozart (Mozart)
Gm 
I Mozart these hoes hearts
Dm 
Then after that, they worthless
Gm 
Man, I swear to

Verse 8
God I
Eb 
ain't nervous (Uh- uh)
Gm 
I said I swear to God, I ain't nervous
I dont know, I swear to God, I
Eb 
ain't nervous
Gm 
And that pussy don't get purchased, ho

Verse 9
Gm 
Ain't got no problems
in this bitch for certain
Eb 
Gm 
I see you turnin up, but your
turn up ain't workin'
Eb 
Gm 
Eb 
I like 'em long haired and curvy
Gm 
And if niggas think its a game
Dm 
I'll leave their brains on their jerseys
Gm 
She say she

Verse 10
Dm 
love me
(She love me)
Eb 
That's the molly talk
in' (Molly talkin')
Gm 
She about to blow me (Blow me)
Like a signin' bonus (Signin' bonus)
Dm 
She got a nigga (Nigga)
Eb 
But he ain't me,
bitch (Me, bitch)
Dm 
I'm an original gangster,
Cm 
Gm 
he the remix (Remix)

Verse 11
Gm 
Girl, do you use that same mouth
to kiss yo momma?
Eb 
Gm 
(Kiss yo momma)
I say, only God can judge me
Fuck your honor (Fuck your honor, yeah)
And her birthday suit
Eb 
is her pajamas (Her pajamas)
Gm 
She say, I

Verse 12
didn't know your dick
was a recliner (Recliner)
I'll punch your man in his eye,
Eb 
give him a shiner (Shiner)
Gm 
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I get Adam like Yolonda, Young Money
Cash Money, Obama
Dm 
Gm 
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!
Eb 
Gm 
Yeah, and I swear to

Verse 13
God I ain't nervous
Nah, I swear to God I ain't nervous
Eb 
(Uh- uh)
Gm 
Bitch I'm the God,
Cm 
I should be rapping in a turban

Verse 14
Eb 
Gm 
Ain't got no problems in this bitch,
Eb 
and thats for cer tain
Gm 
I see you turnin' up, but your turn
up ain't workin', yeah
Eb 
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service,
yeah
Gm 
She gone ride this dick like the Kentucky
(Ha- ha) Derby
Cm 
Gm 
Uh  On that Pat-

Verse 15
Gm 
ron, I'm swervin'
Game tight like virgins
Gotta bad bitch, she Persian
Call her AK when she's squirtin'

Verse 16
Dm 
Gm 
You see the niggas I'm with?
Dm 
Eb 
That boy, Boo, the shit
Gm 
As long as I got a face
Yo bitch got a place to sit
Dm 
Yeah, I'm wildin' off them
Gm 
shroomies
Eb 
Gm 
Ain't got no  worries like Tunechi

Verse 17
Gm 
All my chicks be bougie Wanna
hold hands,
then watch movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
Eb 
Ain't no talking, let's get to it
Gm 
Real niggas winnin', fake niggas losin'
Eb 
Bitch, I'll leave that pussy with bruises
Gm 
Girl, I swear to

Verse 18
Eb 
God I ain't nervous (Uh, uh)
Gm 
I swear to God I ain't nervous
No, you know I swear to
Eb 
God, I ain't nervous, uh
Gm 
I got her workin, twerkin, and slurpin', my serpent

Verse 19
Gm 
Ain't got no problems in this bitch,
and that's for certain
Gm 
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll
end up a missin' person
Gm 
Dm 
She got Lil' Tunechi on her booty,
Eb 
in cursive
Gm 
I'm getting head behind
the Maybach curtains
Ya