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เนื้อเพลง Fingers Hurting - Lil Wayne

เนื้อเพลง Fingers Hurting

She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I said shut the f*ck up, put this d*ck back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this b*tch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, b*tch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
Let my b*tches help me, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I'mma get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The DA was a d*ck and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad b*tch by the curb and like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her p*ssy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
F*ck the other side n*gga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a n*gga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two sh*t
Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, b*tch
Bop bop bop
F*ck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the yard like a gamma, n*ggas was goin' bananas
I'm calm like a camel, I'm smokin' that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two fingers up, b*tch, I'm gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny going
Like the House of Dereon
This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it's on
But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to south beach
I told her to come over she said "Ok don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
I say shut the f*ck up and put this d*ck back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherf*cker tighter than a pinch nerve, b*tch
I didn't answer my phone, said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin
Now I don't get excited n*gga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these b*tches pity parties
I don't do narcotic even though a n*gga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Beggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my b*tches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The DA was a d*ck and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, n*gga
And it's the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and sh*t
Just to let you know that a n*gga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and sh*t
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, b*tch

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