Curtains
Lil Wayne Feat. Boo Lyrics
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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, no
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my serpent
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't workin'
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 saggin 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 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 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 an 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
Its 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 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 gone ride this dick like the Kentucky-Derby
On that Patron, 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 boojie, 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
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The song "Curtains" by Lil Wayne feat. Boo is a rap song that depicts Lil Wayne's confidence in himself and his crew. He scoffs at other people's actions and behaviors, saying that he is not nervous about anything. He also boasts about his wealth and success with women. The lyrics mention Lil Wayne's friend and fellow rapper Drake, who is also Jewish. Lil Wayne declares his loyalty to his mother and his associates, describes his sexual encounters, and warns that those who cross him will face dire consequences.
The lyrics suggest Lil Wayne's lack of fear and his confidence in his abilities. He claims to be "getting cake like [he's] Jewish" and has "got all [his] niggas in that truck like an Excursion." He also boasts about his sexual prowess, describing a woman who is "workin', twerkin', and slurping [his] serpent." Lil Wayne mocks his enemies and threatens to "leave their brains on their jerseys" if they continue to oppose him. Overall, the song is about Lil Wayne's cool and collected nature, as well as his success and dominance.
Line by Line Meaning
I ain't nervous, I swear to God I ain't nervous, no no
I'm not scared at all and I'm sure of it
And I'm laughing at them pussy niggas and that pussy shit they doin'
I'm finding amusement in weak people and their actions
I'm getting cake like I'm Jewish, my nigga Drake he Jewish
I'm making a lot of money, like Jewish people are stereotypically known to do
I got her workin' twerkin' and slurping my serpent
I'm having sex with a woman and she's doing everything I want her to do
Ain't got no problems in this bitch, for certain
I have no conflicts in this situation
I see you turnin' up but your turn up ain't workin'
I notice you trying to party hard but it's not working out well for you
Just want some mouth and lip service
I just want oral sex
And I got all my niggas in that truck like an Excursion
I have all my friends with me in a big truck (like a Ford Excursion SUV)
That pussy boneless, that's Chick-fil-a
That woman has no backbone and is easy to control
I fuck with real riders and they tickets paid
I hang out with genuine people who can afford to pay for their own expenses
For them dead presidents we will start digging graves
We're willing to resort to violence for money (dead presidents refer to US paper money with pictures of former presidents)
I swear my momma trust my work, so I give these hoes that work
I'm confident in my abilities and my mother trusts me, so I provide sexual services to women
They say the best things in life are free
People commonly believe that the most valuable things are obtained without money
That's why it cost for you to get get murked
That's why you have to pay to get killed
And my pants saggin like fuck it, I'm still on my business
My pants are hanging low but it doesn't affect my focus on making money
Spent my birthday in jail, I was making bad decisions
I was incarcerated on my birthday due to poor choices I made
Saw my enemy at the light, shot him up before it turned green
I saw someone I don't like at a traffic light and shot him before it turned green
Mane my niggas got them birds, you ain't even got bird seeds
My friends have access to drugs (said as birds) and you can't even afford the materials to grow them
Your bitch ride me like a go kart, I play that pussy like Mozart
Your girlfriend has sex with me often and I'm good at pleasing her
I Mozart these hoes hearts then after that they worthless
I manipulate women so that they become attached to me, and then I discard them
She say she love me, that's the molly talking
She claims to love me but it's likely because she's under the influence of MDMA (molly)
She about to blow me, like a signing bonus
She's going to perform oral sex on me as if it's a bonus for signing a contract
She got a nigga but he ain't me bitch
She has a boyfriend but I'm better than him
I'm an original gangster, he the remix
I'm an authentic gangster and he's a lesser imitation
Girl, do you use that same mouth to kiss yo momma?
Do you use your mouth that gives oral sex to kiss your mother?
I say, only God can judge me, fuck your honor
I believe only God can pass judgement on me and I don't care about your authority
And her birthday suit is her pajamas
She's always naked in bed
She say, I didn't know your dick was a recliner
She didn't realize that having sex with me would be so comfortable and pleasurable
I'll punch your man in his eye, give him a shiner
I'll physically assault your boyfriend and give him a black eye
I'll blind him, him and whoever cosign him
I'll harm him and anyone who supports him
I get Adam like Yolonda
I get attention like Eve's partner Adam and Yolanda Adams (a gospel singer)
Young Money Cash Money's Obama
I'm like the leader of Young Money Cash Money (a music group), like Barack Obama is a leader
Its fuck the world, no condom
I don't care about anyone else, and I have a lot of unprotected sex
If he twisted, I'll unwind him
If someone causes problems, I'll handle them and make them calm down
And this pistol came with a silence
This gun has a silencer attached to it
But I swear to God he heard it!
I'm certain that he heard the gunshot despite the silencer
Bitch I'm the God, I should be rapping in a turban
I'm so powerful that I should be considered a deity who wears a turban
Baby, I just want some mouth and lip service
I just want oral sex
You fuck with Tunechi, you'll end up a missing person
If you mess with me, you could end up disappearing
She got Lil Tunechi on her booty, in cursive
She has 'Lil Tunechi' (Lil Wayne's nickname) tattooed on her buttocks in cursive writing
I'm getting head behind the Maybach curtains
I'm receiving oral sex in the back of a Maybach luxury car behind its window curtains
On that Patron, I'm swerving
I'm intoxicated with Patron (a brand of tequila) and driving erratically
Game tight like virgins
My skills and strategy are on point, like someone who has never had sex
I gotta bad bitch, she Persian
I have a very attractive woman who is from Iran
Call her AK when she's squirting
I refer to her as AK because she's like an automatic weapon when she's having an orgasm
You see the niggas I'm with, that boy Boo the shit
The people I'm hanging out with are impressive, especially Boo (my friend)
As long as I got a face, yo bitch got a place to sit
As long as I'm alive, your girlfriend will always have a place to sit (on my face)
Yea, I'm wilding off them shroomies
I'm acting crazy while under the influence of hallucinogenic mushrooms
Ain't got no worries like Tunechi
I have no worries or cares, just like Lil Wayne (Tunechi)
All my chicks be boojie, wanna hold hands then watch movies
All of my women are high-maintenance and want to be pampered, but they also enjoy simple things like holding hands and watching movies
I be goddamned, make a nigga lose it
I swear, I can make a person go crazy
Ain't no talking, lets get to it
Stop talking and let's start doing what we came here for
Real niggas winning, fake niggas losing
Authentic people are succeeding while fake people are failing
Bitch I'll leave that pussy with bruises
I'll have sex with her so hard that she'll have bruises
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, RASOOL DIAZ, BRIAN SOKO, ANDRE PROCTOR, SABRIAN SLEDGE, BRYAN WILLIAMS, JERMAINE ANTHONY PREYAN, NOEL FISHER
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@CiaobellaAmour
1 of the best tracks on this dope ass album 🔥🔥🏆🏆💯
@brandonthevisionary485
That’s album is not that dope lol
@skipper6-9
Idc what ppl say, this album is fire 🔥
@mirrr5156
Wayne’s bars impeccable on this jawn 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@jayjayblack8279
This was my sh## when this came out
@j3rrydblack245
Like he said I ain't nervous
@EdiHooks0519
I always forget the title to this song. 🗣 I LUV THIS SHIIIIIIT!🔥🔥🔥
@otisspunkenmeyer9747
At Em bro!!! I get "AT THEM,' GOD DAMN IT!!!
@beloved8716
GOAT
@carlsjr9352
my nigga Drake he Jewish