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, fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife and my house clean
I say shut the fuck up, put this dick back in mouth please
I don't see nothing wrong with mouth and lip service
in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I said I get service
My new Nina just told me that she sick of being a

Bagging up the for an hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help, before they leave I check 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 millions and I put that on my born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch curvy like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur
the other side 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 on my Roots part two shit
Gotta let 'em know that Lil still Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
Fuck with me wrong, get the
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was for the hammer
Stompin' the like a gamma
Niggas was goin' bananas, I'm calm like a
I'm smokin' that strong a camel
I bet my life when we gamble, y'all shippin'
We grand pianos
I'm in Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm
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 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 dick back in your mouth
I see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker, tighter than a nerve, bitch
I didn't answer my phone, I I couldn't get service
My new Nina just told me that she of being a virgin

Now I get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to bitches pity parties
I don't do even though a nigga got it
Countin' all this money, I feel I got arthritis
up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches help me, 'fore leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me weight, prostitution and these verses
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap with my shirt off
I'm get these millions and I put that on my first born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' the third ward
The DA was a dick and the was a jerk off
We suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop

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

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
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still bitch, yeah