Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting

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

Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers
Let my bitches help, they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap house my shirt off
I'ma get these millions and I put that on my first
Got old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like
on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other side we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait, had to drop part two and shit
Just to let you know a nigga still doin' it
Workin' a slave on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know 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
Stompin' the yard like a
Niggas was bananas, I'm calm like a camel
I'm smokin' that strong a camel
I bet my when we gamble, y'all shippin' keys
We shippin' grand
I'm in Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm
forever, Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my goin'
Like the of Deréon
This plane I'm on is private, my very own
So no my carry-ons
She sent a picture naked, I said on

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

Now I don't get excited nigga, I get exotic
I don't get invited to these bitches pity
I don't do narcotic even a nigga got it
all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin' up the for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they I check their purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put 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 hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop,

Blood gang,
And it's that Sorry 4 the 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 know that a still doin' it
Workin' a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch, yeah