Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting (Maneuvering Remix)

Hm, she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and my house clean
I say the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get
My new just told me that she sick of being a virgin

Bagging up the for an hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help, before they I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these
in the kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I'ma get these millions and I put on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch body like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a war
Sorry for the wait, had to drop this part two and
to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
Workin' a slave on my Roots part two shit
let 'em know that Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
Fuck me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the
the yard like a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm calm like a
I'm smokin' that strong like a
I bet my life when we gamble, y'all shippin'
We shippin' pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm
forever, Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my goin'
Like the House of
This that I'm on is private, my very own
So no my carry-ons
She a picture naked, I said it's on

But she in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my clean
I say the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with mouth and lip service
motherfucker, tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new Nina told me that she sick of being a virgin

Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get
I don't get invited to these bitches parties
I don't do even though a nigga got it
Countin' all money, I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin' up the work for a hour, fingers
Let my bitches help me, 'fore leave I check their purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my off
I'm gon' get these and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop

gang, nigga
And it's Sorry 4 the Wait 2, ooh
And I'm so sorry for the wait too,

Sorry for the wait, had to that part two and shit
Just to let you that a nigga still doin' it
like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil still Tunechi bitch, yeah