Luyện nghe bài hát Fingers Hurting (Maneuvering Remix)

Hm, she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South
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 back in your mouth
I don't see nothing wrong with mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this bitch, I'm than a pinched nerve, bitch
I answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
My new just told me that she sick of being a virgin

Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers
Let my bitches help, before they 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 my shirt off
I'ma get millions and I put that on my first born
Got old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
The D.A. Was a dick and the judge was a off
Got a bad bitch body curvy like a
Let her drank too much, now her taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy a fur ball
Fuck the side nigga we could have a turf war
for the wait, had to drop this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a nigga still it
Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two
Gotta let 'em that Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, bop bop bop
with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the
Stompin' the like a gamma
was goin' bananas, I'm calm like a camel
I'm smokin' strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble, shippin' keys
We grand pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like
I'm gone, two up, bitch, I'm gone
forever, Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my goin'
Like the House of
This plane that I'm on is private, my own
So no my carry-ons
She sent a naked, I said it's on

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

Now I get excited nigga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these bitches parties
I don't do even though a nigga got it
Countin' all 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
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the
Got me weight, prostitution 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 born
Got that old Juvie bumpin', 'bout the third ward
The DA was a and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' suwoop, suwoop,
Yeah, you us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop

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

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