Il testo della Fingers hurting

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 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 hurting
Let my bitches help me, 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'mma get these millions and i put that on my first born
Got that old juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third one
The da was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball
Let her drank too much, now her pussy smell 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 on me wrong get the hammer
Thank god i'm gone in the slammer was gone for the hammer
Stop in the yacht like a gamma, niggas was goin' bananas
I'm calm like a camel, i'm smokin' that strong like a (?)
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 dust in (?), like the house of (?)
This plane that i'm on is private, (?) on
So no checkin' my carry ons
She sent the picture, naked, i sent a song
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 fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong with some mouth and lip service
Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
I did answer my phone said i couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin
Now i don't get excited nigga, i just get excited
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
Beggin' 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 one
The da was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
We yellin' su-woo, su-woo, su-woo, yeah you here us yellin
Su-woo, su-woo, su-woo, blood gang nigga
And its the sorry for the wait 2
And i'm so sorry for the wait too
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