Fingers Hurting (maneuvering Remix) Lyrics - Lil Wayne

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 

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So no checkin' my carry-ons 

She sent the picture naked, I said it's on 

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 

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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