Artist: Lil Wayne Album: Sorry 4 the Wait 2 Song: Fingers Hurting Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Mm, 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 say "Shut the fuck up, put this dick back in your mouth please" I don't see nothin' 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 bein' a virgin [Lil Wayne] Baggin' up the work for a 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 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 3rd 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, 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 still Tunechi, bitch - bop bop bop! Fuck with me wrong, get that hammer, thank God I'm home from the slammer, was gone for the hammer Stompin' the yard like a gamma, niggas was goin' banana, 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, pyoo 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" [Chorus: Lil Wayne] But 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 say "Shut the fuck up, 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 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 bein' a virgin [Lil Wayne] 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, 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', talkin' 'bout the 3rd Ward The D.A. was a dick and the judge was a jerk off We yellin' "Su-woo, su-woo, su-woo..." Yeah, you hear us yellin' "Su-woo, su-woo, su-woo" Blood gang, nigga And it's that "Sorry 4 the Wait 2" Woo! And I'm so sorry for the wait too Yeah... sorry for the wait, had to drop that part two and shit Just to let you know that a nigga still doin' it Workin' like a slave, talkin' Roots part two and shit Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi bitch