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lirik lagu lil wayne – maneuvering

[verse]
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 d*ck back in your mouth please
i don’t see nothing wrong with some mouth and lip service
tunechi in this b*tch, i’m tighter than a pinched nerve, b*tch
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 hurting
let my b*tches help me, before they leave i check they purses
sorry for the wait, the confusion, the disturbance
got me movin’ weight, prost*tution, and these verses
whippin’ in this kitchen, in the trap house with my shirt off
i’mma get these millions and i put that on my first born
got that old juvie b*mpin’, talkin’ bout the third ward
the da was a d*ck and the judge was a jerk off
got a bad b*tch by the curb and like a curveball
let her drank too much, now her p*ssy taste like smirnoff
sleepin’ on chinchilla, boy, i’m cozy like a fur ball
f*ck the other side n*gg* 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 n*gg* still doin’ it
workin’ like a slave on my roots part two sh*t
gotta let ’em know that lil tunechi is still tunechi, b*tch
bop bop bop
f*ck 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, n*gg*s 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, b*tch, 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
but she live in fort lauderdale and i’m closer to south beach
i told her to come over she said “ok don’t fall asleep”
she say she can be my housewife and keep my house clean
i say shut the f*ck up and put this d*ck back in your mouth please
i don’t see nothin’ wrong with some mouth and lip service
tunechi motherf*cker tighter than a pinch nerve, b*tch
i didn’t answer my phone, said i couldn’t get service
my new nina just told me that she sick of bein’ a virgin
now i don’t get excited n*gg*, i just get exotic
i don’t get invited to these b*tches pity parties
i don’t do narcotic even though a n*gg* got it
countin’ all this money, i feel like i got arthritis
beggin’ up the work for a hour, fingers hurtin’
let my b*tches help me, ‘fore they leave i check their purses
sorry for the wait, the confusion of disturbance
got me movin’ weight, prost*tution 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 b*mpin’, talkin’ ’bout the third ward
the da was a d*ck and the judge was a jerk off
we yellin’ suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
yeah, you hear us yellin’, suwoop, suwoop, suwoop
blood gang, n*gg*
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 n*gg* still doin’ it
workin’ like a slave, talking roots part two and sh*t
sorry for the wait, lil tunechi still tunechi, b*tch

- lirik lagu lil wayne