Lil' Wayne - Fingers Hurting lyrics

rate me

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