Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting (Maneuvering Remix)

Hm, 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 up, put this 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 my phone, I said I couldn't get service
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 they I check they purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and verses
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap with my shirt off
I'ma get these millions and I put on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the judge was a off
Got a bad bitch curvy like a curveball
Let her too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm like a fur ball
the other side nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait, had to drop part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga doin' it
like a slave on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
Fuck me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
Stompin' the yard like a
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm calm 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 ammo
I'm gone, two up, bitch, I'm gone
forever, Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny
Like the of Deréon
This plane I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my
She sent a picture naked, I it's on

But she in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my and keep my house clean
I say the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip
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 these 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, hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, they leave I check their purses
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight, and these verses
in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
I'm gon' get these millions and I put on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the ward
The DA was a dick and the was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop,

Blood gang,
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 that part two and
Just to let you know that a nigga doin' it
Workin' like a slave, talking part two and shit
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch,