Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting (Maneuvering Remix)

Hm, she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm to South Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't asleep"
She say she can be my and keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this dick 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 Nina just told me she sick of being a virgin

Bagging up the work for an hour, hurtin'
Let my help, before they leave I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and verses
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the house with my shirt off
I'ma get these millions and I put that on my born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the 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 taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur
Fuck the other nigga 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' like a slave on my Roots two shit
Gotta let 'em know that Lil 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 like a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm like a camel
I'm smokin' that strong a camel
I bet my life when we gamble, y'all shippin'
We shippin' pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew ammo
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm
Rich forever, Jerry
I gotta hustle, keepin' my goin'
Like the of Deréon
plane that 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 Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to Beach
I told her to come over, she said, "okay, fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and keep my clean
I say shut the up, put this dick back in your mouth please
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 work for a hour, hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore they 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 that on my first
Got that old bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
The DA was a dick and the was a jerk off
We suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop,

gang, nigga
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 still doin' it
Workin' like a slave, talking Roots two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi Tunechi bitch, yeah