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my wrist (with young thug) - yeat, young thug lyrics

yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here? (i got them bucks)
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (i got them bucks, i got them bucks on me)
ooh*ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (i’m gettin’ money, i got sh*t that’ll f*ck yo’ life up)
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (i got millions, i got wrists, i’m moving them bands up)
ooh, ooh, yee, woo, yee, ah
look at my wrist, look at my fist, look at my b*tch, ayy
look at my whips, l!ckin’ her lips, matchin’ my drip, ayy
shawty can tell i been gettin’ cash by the tips, hey
look at my rolls, look at the rims, and they on sl!cks (woah)
just look at this dime (woah), look at her friends (ayy)
look at my b*tch, ass and her titties (ayy)
shawty couldn’t take it (uh), went to l!cking my lips (ayy)
b*tch, wait ’til we get to the house, we in back of the lyft (yeah, yeah)
go to the store, get some drinks and some more rubberbands (yеah, yeah)
i couldn’t wait, i was sippin’ it out of the can (yeah)
this is a fеtish, i’m keepin’ some hotels wherever i’m stayin’ (yeah)
pockets on lettuce and radish and blue cheese, no ranch (yeah)
you want the patek? (yes), you gotta run it up (run it up, run up, woo)
hand me my bag (bag), she wanna hold the hannah montana (woo)
i don’t need no tag (tag), huh, they wonder where miley’s at (woo)
they want that, (they want that) bounce back, they drowned the spot (yeah)
i was on hype (hype), travis scott, i might (might)
never lie or cry (sike), eat a ounce a night (night)
i can’t lie, i’m shiesty (shiesty)
talked a lot, not signin’ (no signin’)
ace of spade, gold diamonds (diamonds)
michael jackson in his prime, b*tch, (hee*hee), and i’m bad
look at my wrist, look at my b*tch (woo, uh*huh)
sometimes they kiss, yeah (woo, uh*huh, woo, woo, woo)
i’m splittin’ they twig (woo, huh, woo), i’m splittin’, they wit’ me, yeah
pull up in mosh pit on rock sh*t, got hot
i’m in london with that shank on me, get you sliced up (slice, slice)
my money enormous, it’s not normal, it’s so tall (oh, yeah)
and f*ck what you said, you a lil’ b*tch, you can’t come ball
had the game deep, suck it again, you took it and lost
i was just dripped, shoppin’, lil’ b*tch, now you at the ross (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
i was just swervin’ the double r, the yanky, the bih’, i decide the costs (ooh*ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
had enough money to f*ck up, nineteen ms, b*tch, i’m the boss (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
f*ck what you said, let’s lean to it, b*tch, yeah*yeah, motherf*cker lost
everyone rockin’ with me is rich as f*ck ’cause i put on my dawgs
look at my wrist, look at my wrist, this b*tch has diamonds, vvss
b*tch is smackin’, hittin’ every season (woo)
what would you say, lil’ b*tch? i’m perky fiendin’, perky dreamin’
ridin’ around this b*tch (ooh), i feel like perky demon (woo)
woo, uh*huh, woo, uh*huh (hee)
woo, woo, uh*huh, uh*huh (shee)
woo, uh*huh
look at my wrist, look at my fist, look at my b*tch, ayy
look at my whips, l!ckin’ her lips, matchin’ my drip, ayy
shawty can tell i been gettin’ cash by the tips, hey
look at my rolls, look at the rims, and they on sl!cks (woah)
just look at this dime (woah), look at her friends (ayy)
look at my b*tch, ass and her titties (ayy)
shawty couldn’t take it (uh), went to l!cking my lips (ayy)
b*tch, wait ’til we get to the house, we in back of the lyft (yeah, yeah)
woo, uh*huh, woo, uh*huh (hee)
woo, woo, uh*huh, uh*huh (shee)
woo, uh*huh

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