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Wrist (feat. Solo Lucci)

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Wrist (feat. Solo Lucci) - Chris Brown Lyrics


Wrist, trill, wrist, trill
Wrist, trill, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist
Trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin, trippin'My wrist 'bout 30 below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes?
And if you ain't ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain't feel that dirty before
Kept me tipping on four, diamond trippin', prolly sippin' on four
Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold with so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoeCause my wrist still drippin', popo still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tities)
And if you're here just to witness, I just just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tipNo he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is? (U like the for nigga)
You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (Pull up with the drug dealers)
You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now
Or just forget what I said, I just be thinkin' out loud
Thinking out loud, thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? (Yeah) I wanna see your body clearer
Let's think out loud (Think out loud)
Girl my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40
Got 50 on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo's on me got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining that's for VVS' only
Leanin' off activis, tippin' on four, thinkin' 'bout when you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go, I'm gettin' that dough ain't about to count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit but I got the fame out this rappin' and shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip

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