Fingers Hurting - Lil Wayne
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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