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wrist breaker - playerrways & gmoneydt lyrics

[intro: playerrways]
ayy, ayy
look, ayy, it’s the cold devil with a wrist breaker (moneyslap on the beat)
(ayo, thatspradaa) know what i say?
look, ayy, it’s the cold devil with a wrist breaker
like, throw it back, b*tch, shake it for the safe breaker
ayy, crip
what i say? playerr

[verse 1: playerrways]
my carti’ cost a lil’ more ’cause i bust down the face
drag race the foreign, muddy cups all in this cla
i eat hibachi fried rice, chicken shrimp filet mignon
spilt hibachi sauce on the bad habits vlone
ugh, baby, i’m a stincy, pour that wock’ pint
i don’t mean to flex, but i’m a baller, i can change your life
my left wrist ice white, it cost a twenty*piece
my hottie bring that bag in, that bag and she talk trapanese
mr. flocker to rapper a snotty kid, i’m up in rosemead
it might be karma ’cause how i bop and just lose my [?]
break your hand for the gucci, mr. bop and give it to my girl
need a stunner girl, i choose you over a hundred girls
ayy, the stinc team in here, so it’s gang in here
thangs in here, ovo party sh*t, it’s drac’ in here
playerr here, got the [?] screaming stincs run la
talk to me, baby, what you finna do to make my day?
[chorus: playerrways]
look, ayy, it’s the cold devil with a wrist breaker
like, throw it back, b*tch, shake it for the safe breaker
ayy, kiss me, i’m a stincy, buy me what i want
take her amg keys, that rollie, i’ma skrrt off
look, ayy, it’s the cold devil with a wrist breaker
like, throw it back, b*tch, shake it for the safe breaker
ayy, kiss me, i’m a stincy, buy me what i want
take her amg keys, that rollie, i’ma skrrt off

[verse 2: gmoneydt]
ayy, it’s too much money in my hand, it’s hard for me to hold it
walking outta bossanova, n*gga with a big loafy
i don’t shop at footlocker i’m at neiman marcus
jewelry hanging off my neck, type of sh*t make you a target
put this amg in sport mode
i keep loafy [?], that’s what i’m really known for
i’m blowing all these bands ’cause that’s what i love to do
i just counted up fifty cash before i hit the stu’
i only do the hundreds, i don’t really do the pink fifties
known face in the city, gotta keep my stick with me
and if the johnnys get behind me, we gon’ get jiggy
slidin’ to the opps in this benz, it could get sticky
brodie down for a h0m*cide, he just gon’ take fifty
if you really got a bag, then why you gotta hate?
in this maybach with a b*tch eating hibachi plate
she said you ain’t sh*t, i don’t care, b*tch, you ain’t gotta stay
[chorus: playerrways]
look, ayy, it’s the cold devil with a wrist breaker
like, throw it back, b*tch, shake it for the safe breaker
ayy, kiss me, i’m a stincy, buy me what i want
take her amg keys, that rollie, i’ma skrrt off
look, ayy, it’s the cold devil with a wrist breaker
like, throw it back, b*tch, shake it for the safe breaker
ayy, kiss me, i’m a stincy, buy me what i want
take her amg keys, that rollie, i’ma skrrt off

[verse 3: uchieboy]
aw, d*mn, go [?] people
don’t reach ’cause we’ll show you what that sh*t get you
pouring up the tris with the green, that sh*t hit different (look all that)
the smoke in the air, yeah, that’s dead n*ggas
bread winner, b*tch, i need a hundred million
i’m paranoid, so i keep this pistol with me
b*tched tried to run off with the trap, is you silly?
strip team, booked her and her n*gga
it’s a awful lot of stincs in the building
told her stop blowing me up, i’m in the stu’ making music
i ain’t f*ckin’ with these rollers, they clueless
young n*ggas doin’ sh*t that n*ggas wished they was doin’

[chorus: playerrways]
look, ayy, it’s the cold devil with a wrist breaker
like, throw it back, b*tch, shake it for the safe breaker
ayy, kiss me, i’m a stincy, buy me what i want
take her amg keys, that rollie, i’ma skrrt off
look, ayy, it’s the cold devil with a wrist breaker
like, throw it back, b*tch, shake it for the safe breaker
ayy, kiss me, i’m a stincy, buy me what i want
take her amg keys, that rollie, i’ma skrrt off
[verse 4: ralfy the plug]
in a foreign whip driving like i stole it
she asked me what i want, i said, “money in my wallet”
i’m tired of these old n*ggas hating, joe budden
when you hop up in this foreign vehicle, don’t touch sh*t
i told her i’m a safe cracker and she loved it
evisu with the bape jacket, no truck fit
i’m carrying a stupid chop, no musket
the only thing your b*tch good for is sucking d*ck
wanna know how she got that new bag? f*ckin’ tricks
b*tch handed me a baby loaf, f*ck is this?
in the field flu flammin’ with a couple crips
they like, “how you get all them chains?” a couple l!cks
i can tell you don’t ball, you keep double dribbling
i’m just cooling on top, b*tch, i’m a ceiling fan
i’m a flu flammer, i’m not a gentleman
if you got them biscuits, you got them big old bands, the plug

- playerrways gmoneydt lyrics

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