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water (ft. hotcap) - bread the artist lyrics

[hook: bread the artist]
water on my wrist, bro, she sucked my d*ck, (on my d*ck!)
you don’t got the payroll, boy you will miss, (you will miss!)
money bursting out the bank, i call it bliss, (call it bliss!)
if you got a bl!ck bro, it’s on your wrist, (got it got it got it!)

[verse 1: bread the artist]
yeah, water my wrist, (yeah)
ice on my wrist
b*tch got a lisp, (oh yeah, yeah)
50’s don’t miss
up in the coupe
up in the crib, (oh yeah)
up in the crib, woah woah, (woah, woah)
drip drip, drip drip, (woah)
ice all on me like a snowstick, (like a bi,)
b*tches all on me wanna f*ck me, hey
i don’t really got that much money
stop pretending you’re funny, b*tch you’re built like a bunny
i rip out out your tunny, make out with your honey, (we just fu’)
f*cking your b*tch, she made of lard, made of lard, (yeaht)
got so much money it’s not that hard, not that hard
drip drip, drip drip, (ok)
money that sh*t looks fantastic, (alright,)
money that sh*t looks еlastic, (huh?)
codeine that sh*t looks galastic
cs, that sh*t is bombastic (woah woah)
why is your girl made of plastic? (ew)
drip drip, drip drip, who knows, who knows?
and that’s why i caught you slacking
and that’s whеre i found you lacking
[hook: bread the artist]
water on my wrist, bro, she sucked my d*ck, (on my d*ck!)
you don’t got the payroll, boy you will miss, (you will miss!)
money bursting out the bank, i call it bliss, (call it bliss!)
if you want a bl!ck bro, it’s on your wrist, (got it got it got it!)

[verse: hotcap and bread the artist]
f*cking yo b*tch like it’s nada (nada)
ice on my neck cause i’m hotter (b*tch, ok)
she think i’m scared cause i slaughter (slaughter)
hydrate to get that jebaited (yuh)
sleeping cause i’m h*lla faded (bi)
don’t give a f*ck if i’m hated (mememe)
pull up with yo b*tch in a honda (honda)
pull up with a bottle of water (water)
drip drip, drip drip, run that sh*t ’round like a fit bit
extinguish that sh*t, it’s so lit lit
f*cking yo b*tch in the moonlit

[verse 3: bread the artist]
i’m economic, i’m astranomic
got all the pages, make up a comic
got all my b*tches, they all islamic
got all this money, wait are you r*t*rded?
wait wait, hold up, b*tch you r*t*rded? (huh?)
i think you built like a garden, (alright)
don’t regard it
but you know it goes hard man
water, w*water, where is it, it’s on my wrist (on my wrist,)
b*tches, b*tches, where is they, they on my d*ck, (on my d*ck,)
money, money, money, (yuh) it’s the sh*t, yeah
[hook: lil bread]
water on my wrist, bro, she sucked my d*ck, (on my d*ck!)
you don’t got the payroll, boy you will miss, (you will miss!)
money bursting out the bank, i call it bliss, (call it bliss!)
if you want a bl!ck bro, it’s on your wrist, (got it got it got it ah!)

- bread the artist lyrics

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