Tag: Lil Tunechi


LIL WAYNE – Fingers Hurting lyrics




[Hook]
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 f*ck 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

[Verse 1]
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 n*gger 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 sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave on my Roots part two sh*t
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
So no checkin’ my carry-ons
She sent the picture naked, I said it’s on

[Hook]
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 f*ck 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

[Verse 2]
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 sh*t
Just to let you know that a nigga still doin’ it
Workin’ like a slave, talking Roots part two and sh*t
Sorry for the wait, Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch




Hodgy feat. Lil Wayne – Tape Beat Lyrics




(Verse 1 – Hodgy)
Yeah, yeah
Born in antagonism, sometimes I can’t even fathom
Hopes man, I don’t even have em
Burning ladders, bridges
Can’t wait to get to a chapter where I’m laughing and living
For what I’m stuck in a…indirect precision
Digging through old folders for what I feel I’m missing
This liquor, nine months ago swear I’d make better decisions
I would drink by the liter of kittens
My liver bleeds while I’m checking out instead of seeing the difference
I’m…at the deceased, horse leaving an imprint
While trying to beat the dead, you’re just feeding existence
Sometimes you need to take a step back and breathe for a minute
Before you overreact to the heat and intenseness
You were weak and defenseless once you preceded the limit
Then it’s not a scrimmage, the game’s to ruin your self seeking image
All the chaos in the day lies the region for tenants
You’ll go to jail and pay bail then the judge reads you a sentence

(Verse 2 – Lil Wayne)
Hello honey, I’m home
I’m kicking out the weak and the timid ni**as
They keeping it pimping, Weezy baby to an infant
I’m growing
You ni**as snoring cos you sleep with the fishes
You’ll be like sheep to a grizzly, put my bare feet on them bi**hes
And I keep a bitch with me, yellow as pee that I spit in
I’ma breeze to the finish and I’ma weep when I win it
I’ma sleep with the semi and never let people get near me
When the reaper come get me that’s when I reap what I’m knitting
So, you say you’re gangsta I’ma need some convincing
Blood gang, creme de la creme is the Crimson
F**k the pigs all day, even the guineas
F**k the system, pull out
And skeet on the titties
It’s Lil Tunechi
Started from a league now we swimming
Put this hot red revolver to your cheek while you’re grinning
I could cheat Roger Clemens

(Verse 3 – Hodgy & Lil Wayne)
Catch a ni**a riding deep in your women
Beep goes the Jeep so we winning
Friendless, compete with no ni**a but myself
White sand and the beach towels hitting
White man let my peeps outta prison
I’m just saying what I’m saying
But I’m saying, I don’t repeat I’m repentant
Cut off the hand to hand out a sentence
Ugh

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