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LIL WAYNE - Fingers Hurting Lyrics

She live in Fort Lauderdale & I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come ova, she said, okey, don't fall asleep
She say she can be my housewife & keep my house clean
I said said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in yo mouth please
I don’t see nothin' wrong wit sum' mouth & 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 bein' a virgin
Baggin' up the work fo' an hour, fingas hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, befo' they leave I check they purses
Sorry fo' the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, & these verses
Whipping in this kitchen, in the trap house wit my shirt off
I'mma get these millions & I put that on my first born
Got that ol' Juvie bumping, talking bout the 3rd ward
The DA was a dick & the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb & like a curve ball
Let her drank 2 much, now her pussy smell like Smirnoff
Sleeping on chinchilla boy I'm cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the otha side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry fo' the wait I had to drop this part II & shit
Just to let ya know that a nigga still doing it
Working like a slave on my Roots part two shit
Got to let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi bitch
Bop bop bop
Fuck on me wrong get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer was gone fo' the hammer
Stomp in the yard like a gamma, niggas was going bananas
I'm calm like a camel, I'm smoking that strong like a Camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y'all shipping keys we shipping grand pianos, I'm in that Lam Diablo
Pew like ammo, I'm gone, two fingas up bitch I'm gone
Rich foreva Jerry Jones, I got to hustle
Keeping my dust in Destiny, like the house of Dereon
This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
So no checking my carry-ons
She sent the picture, naked, I said it’s on
But she live in Fort Lauderdale & I'm closer to south beach
I told her to come ova she said okey, don't fall asleep
She say she can be my housewife & keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up & put this dick back in yo mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong wit sum' mouth & lip service
Tunechi muthafucka 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 tho a nigga got it
Counting all this money I feel like I got arthritis
Begging up the work fo' a hour, fingas hurting
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
Sorry fo' the wait, the confusion of disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution & these verses
Whipping in the kitchen in the trap house wit my shirt off
I'mma gon' get these millions & I put that on my first born
Got that ol' Juvie bumping, talking bout the third ward
The DA was a dick & the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoo, suwoo, suwoo, yeah ya hear us yelling
Su-woo, su-woo, suwoo, blood gang nigga
& its the sorry fo' the wait 2
& I'm so sorry fo' the wait 2
Sorry fo' the wait I had to drop this part II & shit
Just to let ya know that a nigga still doin' it
Working like a slave on my roots part two shit
Got to let em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi bitch
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