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Fingers Hurting - Lil Wayne
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Fingers Hurting Lil Wayne

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Fingers Hurting - Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
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, 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

[Refrain]
Bagging up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
Let my bitches 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 dick and the Judge was a jerkoff

[Verse 1]
Got a bad bitch, body curvy like a curveball
Let her drink too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a furball
Fuck the other side, nigga, we could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait, 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
Got to let 'em know that Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch
Bop-bop-bop!
Fuck 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
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 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"
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