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, fall asleep"
She say she can be my and keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm 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 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 weight, prostitution, and these verses
in the kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
I'ma get these 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 was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch body curvy a curveball
Let her too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur
Fuck the other side we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait, had to this part two and shit
Just to let you that a nigga still doin' it
like a slave on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the like a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm like a camel
I'm smokin' that strong like a
I bet my life we gamble, y'all shippin' keys
We shippin' grand
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm
forever, Jerry Jones
I hustle, keepin' my destiny goin'
the House of Deréon
This plane that I'm on is private, my own
So no my carry-ons
She sent a naked, I said it's on

But she in Fort Lauderdale 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 my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this back in your mouth please
I see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker, tighter than a pinched nerve,
I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get
My new Nina told me that she sick of being a virgin

Now I get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these bitches parties
I don't do narcotic though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel like I got
Baggin' up the for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me movin' weight, and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my born
Got that old bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the judge was a off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop,

Blood gang,
And that Sorry 4 the Wait 2, ooh
And I'm so sorry for the wait too,

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