Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting

Hm, she live in Fort and I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my clean
I say shut the fuck up, put dick back in your mouth please
I see nothing wrong 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 just told me that she sick of being a virgin

Bagging up the work for an hour, hurtin'
Let my bitches help, before they I check they purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and verses
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap with my shirt off
I'ma get these and I put that on my first born
Got old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the judge was a off
Got a bad body curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur
Fuck the side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait, had to this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga doin' it
Workin' like a slave on my 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 the slammer, was gone for the hammer
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 grand pianos
I'm in Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm
Rich forever, Jones
I gotta hustle, my destiny goin'
the House of Deréon
This plane I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my
She sent a naked, I said it's on

But 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 this back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing with some mouth and lip service
motherfucker, 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 sick of being a

Now I don't get nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get to these bitches pity parties
I do narcotic even though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I like I got arthritis
Baggin' up the work for a hour, fingers
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I their purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' the third ward
The DA was a and the judge was a jerk off
We suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop,

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

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