Fingers Hurting

Lil Wayne

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    She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
    I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
    She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
    I said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
    I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
    Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
    I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
    My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

    Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurtin
    Let my bitches help, before they leave I check they purses
    Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
    Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses
    Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
    I'ma get these millions and I put that on my first born
    Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
    The D.A. was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
    Got a bad bitch body curvy like a curveball
    Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
    Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
    Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
    Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit
    Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
    Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two shit
    Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
    Bop bop bop
    Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
    Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
    Stompin' the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin' bananas
    I'm calm like a camel, I'm smokin' that strong like a camel
    I bet my life when we gamble
    Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos
    I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
    I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone
    Rich forever; Jerry Jones
    I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny going
    Like the House of Deréon
    This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
    So no checkin' my carry-ons
    She sent the picture naked, I said it's on

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    She live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to South Beach
    I told her to come over, she said, "okay, don't fall asleep"
    She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
    I said shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
    I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
    Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
    I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
    My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

    Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get exotic
    I don't get invited to these bitches pity parties
    I don't do narcotic even though a nigga got it
    Countin' all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
    Baggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
    Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
    Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
    Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these verses
    Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
    I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born
    Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
    The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
    We yellin' suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
    Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
    Blood gang, nigga
    And it's the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
    And I'm so sorry for the wait too
    Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and shit
    Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
    Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
    Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch

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