Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting

Hm, she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to Beach
I told her to over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my house
I say the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I I couldn't get service
My new Nina told me that she sick of being a virgin

up the work for an hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help, before leave I check they purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap house my shirt off
get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the judge was a off
Got a bad bitch body curvy like a
Let her drank too much, now her pussy like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm like a fur ball
Fuck the other side nigga we could have a war
for the wait, had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a still doin' it
Workin' like a slave on my Roots two shit
Gotta let 'em that Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the
God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the yard like a
Niggas was bananas, I'm calm like a camel
I'm smokin' strong like a camel
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 sent a picture naked, I it's on

But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to 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 mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker, than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get
My new Nina just told me she sick of being a virgin

Now I get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these pity parties
I don't do narcotic even though a got it
Countin' all this money, I like I got arthritis
Baggin' up the for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and 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 and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you us yellin', suwoop, 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 drop that two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still it
Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still bitch, yeah