Lil Wayne – Fingers Hurting Lyrics

Fingers Hurting

Lil Wayne

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"Fingers Hurting." - Lil Wayne

Sunday, 25 October 2026, 07:54 pm

Album: Sorry 4 the Wait 2

Track No: 05

She live in Fort Lauderdale
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 house wife
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 mountain lip service
Tunechi in this bitch
I'm tighter than a pinched nerve
Bitch, I did this on my phone
I said I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Baggin' up the work 'fore our fingers hurting
Let my bitch just help me 'fore they leave
I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, that 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 bond
Got that old juve bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third one
The DA was a dick and the judge was a jerk off
Got a bad bitch by the curve, it like a curve ball
Let her drink too much
Now her pussy taste like Smirnoff
Sleeping on chinchilla
Boy, I'm cozy like a fur-ball
Fuck that other side, ****
We could have a turf war
Sorry for the wait
Had to trap this part two and shit
Just to let you know that a **** still doin' it
Workin' like a slave on my roots
Part two shit
Got you floodin' over
That lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch
Pop, pop, pop
Buck on me 'round, get that hammer
Thank God I'm home from the slammer
Was gone for the hammer
Stomp in the yard like a Gamma
**** was goin' bananas
I farm like a camel
I'm smokin' that strong like a camel
I bet my life when we gamble
Y'all shipping keys
We should be grand pianos
I'm in that Lamb Diablo, pew like ammo
I'm gone
Two fingers up, bitch, I'm gone
Reach forever, Jerry Jones
I gotta hustle
Keeping my destiny goin'
Like the house of Deréon
This plane that I'm on is private, my very own
No checkin' my carryons
She said the picture, naked
I said it's on
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 house wife
And keep my house clean
I said, shut the fuck up
Put this dick back in your mouth please
I don't see nothin' wrong with some mountain lip service
Told your motherfucker tighter than a pinched nerve
Bitch, I did this on my phone
Said, I couldn't get service
My new nina just told me that she sick of being a virgin
Now I don't get excited, **** I just get exotic
I don't get invited to these bitches pity parties
I don't narcotic even though a **** got it
Coutin' all this money
I feel like a got arthritis
Baggin' up the work 'fore our fingers hurting
Let my bitches help me 'fore they leave
I check their purses
Sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
But 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 bond
Got that old juve bumpin', talkin' 'bout the third one
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 game, ****
And its that Sorry 4 the Wait 2
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 **** still doin' it
Workin' like a slave, talkin' roots
Part two and shit
Sorry for the wait
Lil Tunechi still Tunechi, bitch, yeah

Writer(s): Lil Wayne.

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