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Artiste : Lil Wayne
Titre : 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 said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I´m tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
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 bitches 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 one
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy smell like smirnoff
Sleepin´ on chinchilla boy I´m cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin´ it
Workin´ like a slave on my roots part two shit
Gotta let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi bitch

Bop bop bop
Fuck on me wrong get the hammer
Thank God I´m gone in the slammer was gone for the hammer
Stop in the yacht like a gamma, niggas was goin´ bananas
I´m calm like a camel, I´m smokin´ that strong like a [?]
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 bitch I´m gone
Rich forever Jerry Jones, I gotta hustle
Keepin´ my dust in [?], like the house of [?]
This plane that I´m on is private, [?] on
So no checkin´ my carry ons
She sent the picture, naked, I sent a song
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 fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don´t see nothin´ wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
I did 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 nigga, I just get excited
I don´t get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don´t do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin´ all this money I feel like I got arthritis

Beggin´ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin´
Let my bitches 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 one
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin´ su-woo, su-woo, su-woo, yeah you here us yellin
Su-woo, su-woo, su-woo, blood gang nigga
And its the sorry for the wait 2
And I´m so sorry for the wait too

Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin´ it
Workin´ like a slave on my roots part two shit
Gotta let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi bitch