Kunci Gitar Lil Wayne - 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 shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please
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I don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
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Tunechi in this bitch, I'm tighter than a pinched nerve, bitch
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I didn't answer my phone, I said I couldn't get service
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My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin

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Bagging up the work for an hour, fingers hurting
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Let my bitches help me, before they leave I check they purses
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Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
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Got me movin' weight, prostitution, and these verses
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Whippin' in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
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I'mma get these millions and I put that on my first born
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Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' bout the third ward
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The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
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Got a bad bitch by the curb and like a curveball
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Let her drank too much, now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
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Sleepin' on chinchilla, boy, I'm cozy like a fur ball
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Fuck the other side nigga we could have a turf war
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Sorry for the wait I had to drop this part two and shit
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Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
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Workin' like a slave on my Roots part two shit
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Gotta let 'em know that Lil Tunechi is still Tunechi, bitch
Bop bop bop
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Fuck with me wrong, get the hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer
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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
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Y'all shippin' keys, we shippin' grand pianos
I'm in that Lam Diablo, pew like ammo
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I'm gone, two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone
Rich forever; Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle, keepin' my destiny going
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Like the House of Deréon
This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
So no checkin' my carry-ons
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She sent the picture naked, I said it's on
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But she live in Fort Lauderdale and I'm closer to south beach
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I told her to come over she said "Ok don't fall asleep"
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She say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
F-D-C-Bb-F
I say shut the fuck up and put this dick back in your mouth please
F-D-C-Bb-F
I don't see nothin' wrong with some mouth and lip service
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Tunechi motherfucker tighter than a pinch nerve, bitch
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I didn't answer my phone, said I couldn't get service
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My new nina just told me that she sick of bein' a virgin
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Now I don't get excited nigga, I just get exotic
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I don't get invited to these bitches pity parties
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I don't do narcotic even though a nigga got it
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Countin' all this money, I feel like I got arthritis
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Beggin' up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin'
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Let my bitches help me, 'fore they leave I check their purses
F-D-C-Bb-F
Sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
F-D-C-Bb-F
Got me movin' weight, prostitution and these verses
F-D-C-Bb-F
Whippin in the kitchen in the trap house with my shirt off
F-D-C-Bb-F
I'm gon' get these millions and I put that on my first born
F-D-C-Bb-F
Got that old Juvie bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third ward
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The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
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We yellin' suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
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Yeah, you hear us yellin', suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
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Blood gang, nigga
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And it's the Sorry 4 the Wait 2
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And I'm so sorry for the wait too
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Sorry for the wait, I had to drop that part two and shit
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Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it
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Workin' like a slave, talking Roots part two and shit
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Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch