Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting (Maneuvering Remix)

Hm, she live in Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my and keep my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth
I don't see nothing with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new Nina just 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 weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap house with my off
I'ma get these millions and I put that on my born
Got old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the was a jerk 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 a fur ball
Fuck the other 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 still it
Workin' like a slave on my Roots two shit
Gotta let 'em know Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the
Thank God I'm from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the like a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm calm like a
I'm smokin' strong like a camel
I bet my when we gamble, y'all shippin' keys
We shippin' pianos
I'm in Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich forever, Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny
the House of Deréon
This plane I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my
She a picture naked, I said it's on

But 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 housewife and my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this dick in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with some and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker, than a pinched 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 bitches pity parties
I don't do narcotic though 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 leave I check their purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house 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 dick and the was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop

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

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, talking Roots two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil still Tunechi bitch, yeah