Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting (Maneuvering Remix)

Hm, she in Fort 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 housewife and keep my clean
I say shut the up, put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothing with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new Nina told me that she sick of being a virgin

Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers
Let my bitches help, before they leave I check they
for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
Got me weight, prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in the kitchen, in the trap house my shirt off
I'ma get these millions and I put on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third
The D.A. Was a dick and the judge was a off
Got a bad bitch body like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy like Smirnoff
on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
Fuck the other nigga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait, had to drop this 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 me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the
Stompin' the like a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm calm 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, Jones
I gotta hustle, my destiny goin'
Like the House of
plane that I'm on is private, my very own
So no my carry-ons
She a picture naked, I said it's on

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

Now I don't get nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to bitches pity parties
I don't do narcotic though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel I got arthritis
Baggin' up the for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
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 third
The DA was a dick and the judge was a off
We suwoop, 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 wait too,

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