Fingers Hurting lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Hook]
She live in Fort Lauderdale
And I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over
She said "OK, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife
And keep my house clean
I say "Shut the f*ck up
Put this di*k back in your mouth please"
I don’t see nothing wrong with
Some mouth and lip service
Tunechi in this b*tch
I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, b*tch
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

[Verse 1]
Bagging up the work
For a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my b*tches help
Before they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait
The confusion, the disturbance
Got me movin' weight
Prostitution, and these verses
Whippin' in the 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 di*k
And the Judge was a j*rkoff
Got a bad b*tch
Body curvy like a curveball
Let her drink too much
Now her pus*y taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla
Boy I'm cozy like a furball
f*ck the other side
n*gga we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait
Had to drop this part two and sh*t
Just to let you know
That a n*gga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave
On my Roots Part Two sh*t
Got to let 'em know
That Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, b*tch
Bop-bop-bop!
f*ck with me wrong get that hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer
Was gone for that hammer
Stompin' the yard like a gamma
n*ggas 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, b*tch, I'm gone
Rich forever – Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny goin'
Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I'm on
Is private, my very own
So no checkin' my carry-ons
She sent a picture naked, I said "It's on"
[Hook]
But she live in Fort Lauderdale
And I'm closer to South Beach
I told her to come over
She said "OK, don't fall asleep"
She say she can be my housewife
And keep my house clean
I say shut the f*ck up
Put this di*k back in your mouth please
I don’t see nothing wrong with
Some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherf*cker
Tighter than a pinched nerve, b*tch
I didn't answer my phone
Said I couldn't get service
My new Nina just told me
That she sick of being a virgin

[Verse 2]
Now I don't get excited
n*gga, I just get exotic
I don't get invited
To these b*tches pity parties
I don't do narcotic
Even though a n*gga got it
Countin' all this money
I feel like I got arthritis
Baggin' up the work
For a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my b*tches help
Before they leave I check their purses
Sorry for the wait
The confusion, the disturbance
Boy we 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'
Talking 'bout the third ward
The DA was a di*k
And the Judge was a j*rk off
[Outro]
We yellin'
Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Yeah, you hear us yellin'
Suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
Blood gang, n*gga
And it's that Sorry 4 the Wait 2, woo
And I'm so sorry for the wait too, yea
Sorry for the wait
Had to drop that part two and sh*t
Just to let you know
That a n*gga still doin' it
Workin' like a slave
Talking Roots part two and sh*t
Sorry for the wait
Lil Tunechi still Tunechi b*tch
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