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fingers hurtin - banga lyrics

fingers hurting cause i do a lot of counting
when you talking ‘bout that coke i got a mountain
when you talking ‘bout them trees i got a forest
when you talking ‘bout that lean i got a fountain

i just knocked your b*tch i told her to try it
now this sh*t is apart of her diet
i be pimping she be hoeing at the hyatt
boys come she gone tuck it and be quiet
i just stacked a eight of syrup with a xanny
they for me but they prescriptioned for your granny
i be flexing when i get it like a grammy
words slurred only some can understand me

pants sagging just to show them horses
bentley’s beamer’s benz’s audi’s and them porche’s
gotta whip this work for years wait for your mortgage
everytime i stop they stare cause it’s so gorgeous
i don’t workout but i be flexing
i’m the reason n*ggas be like who you texting
i’m at the trap and her metro on discretion
i ain’t a teacher but i’ll teach that boy a lesson

fingers hurting cause i do a lot of counting
when you talking bout that coke i got a mountain
fingers hurting cause i count a lot of gouda
you can catch me in my foreign with a shooter
fingers hurting cause i count a lot of cash
foreign got at least 200 on the dash
fingers hurting cause i count a lot of cheddar
i ain’t famous but she knew me ‘fore i met her

young banga i be flexing through the summer
your n*gga broke d*mn i know that that’s a bummer
i won’t f*ck her unless i’m getting something from her
save a hoe b*tch i don’t even save numbers
i knocked your b*tch right after you paid her
and she brought it to the table like a waiter
i’m a player but her man say i’m a hater
he call me names but his b*tch gon call me later

want a problem ima be the one to solve it
even if i was the one to cause it
every morning i wake up to a deposit
gucci louie ferragamo in my closet
your b*tch want me to see her naked
i slapped your b*tch and i didn’t get arrested
you slapped your b*tch and you went down for domestic
you bounced out and you took that hoe to breakfast square

put the pedal to the metal and i smash
and get in another foreign if i crash
this lil b*tch i’m with i make her pump the gas
you said you f*cked her like i care about her past
these n*ggas poodles boy they bark but they not biting
seen them n*ggas in the county they was fighting
yeah they rap but they don’t do it they be writing
please explain bruh i need to be enlightened
tell your b*tch i need some money just to kick it
she like how i be swagging when i whip it
i cop a pack i wrap it then i ship it
my outta state trap jumping like a cricket

when you talking bout that coke i got a mountain
when you talking bout them trees i got a forest
when you talking bout that lean i got a fountain
when you talking bout them flowers i’m a florist b*tch

- banga lyrics

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