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look at wrist (trapmoneybenny remix) - father lyrics

[intro: father]
yeah, yeah, yeah, look at god
yeah, yeah, look at god
yeah, yeah, yeah, look at god
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (yeah, right)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (yeah, yeah)

[verse 1: father]
said she didn’t wanna keep it, woo, look at god
guess that will be our little secret… (oh, ho)
hold that down (d*mn it, such a really, hold that back)
hold that down (hold that back)
hold that down (hold that back)
hold that down (yeah, hold that back)
pack after pack all summer (all summer)
gas*guzzler, i remind her of her hummer (of her hummer)
she remind me of corolla (of corolla)
hot boxin’ in the middle of august windows rolled up (yuh)

[chorus: father & ilovemakonnen]
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (wrist, wrist)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (wrist)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (wrist)
i want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist
[verse 2: ilovemakonnen & father]
my wrists done turned so cold
my arm got runny nose (yuh)
i flip it for the high and get it for the low (low)
i’m booked for all these shows, i cook for all these hoes (hoes)
we turned a neighborhood kitchen into a 5 star stove (yuh)
super chef makonnen might sprinkle serotonin
be careful when you rolling
’cause my wrist so god d*mn potent (yuh)
oh, b*tch, is you snoring? will wake up in the morning
’cause wrist game stupid and the wrist be going like… (yah)

[chorus: father & key!]
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (h*llo?)
i want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist (ayy, uh, ayy)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (ayy, okay, uh)
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist (ayy, uh, okay)

[verse 3: key! & father]
i hurt my f*cking wrist, tryna jizz on your b*tch (on your b*tch)
i hurt my f*cking wrist, doing donuts in the six, hey
wrist, wrist, wrist, man, i hurt my f*cking wrist
pulling risk, man, you won’t understand ’bout this sh*t (yeah)
if i catch a opp, i’ma catch a opp, it ain’t sh*t (yeah)
i ain’t from the chi, this atlantastan, boy, that’s it (it ain’t sh*t, yeah)
man, i’m outside, man, i’m outside with my old*ass sh*t
look sad, man, pull up, yo’ f*cking pants (yeah, yo’ f*cking, yeah)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, boy, like i’m hooping, hey
wrist, wrist wrist, catch yo’ girl if you’re losing, hey
wrist, wrist, wrist, all my n*ggas ready for jail (yeah)
wrist, wrist, wrist, but none of us is going to h*ll, repent (yeah)
[chorus: father & key!]
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist ((laugh))
i want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (yeah)
i want my wrists so cold, pneumonia in my fist (in my fist)
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist (wrist, wrist)
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist (i get the gist)

- father lyrics

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