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letra de wrist cold - ebk young joc

[aye aye]
[man]
i got a house on my wrist
b-tch your n-gga broke [hey, hey]
i be crackin fives, i ain’t ever cracked a four[man]
bro just hit my line, he gotta latch [aye, aye]
what we on?
if the boyz fl!ck they lights, do the dash!
b-tch we gone!
i got a house on my wrist
b-tch your n-gga broke
i be crackin fives, i ain’t ever cracked a four
bro just hit my line, he gotta latch
what we on?
if the boyz fl!ck they lights, do the dash!
b-tch we gone!
i got a house on my wrist.[no]
b-tch your n-gga broke
ooh, n-ggas never know what sleeze on [aye what the f-ck]
beating up the blade, ridin round with three h-es
yea, i got a bag but so what i need more
40 on me, fresh out the box with 3,0
[?] how you broke and you say you a ceo
when it come between me and my [?], they gettin off [aye]
i can tell you get no money, you settled on figueroa [aye aye]
im a whip beater upper, be taggin these n-ggas [?]
b-tch you pulled up in your stash, and spending it on some clothes[man]
calm down cuddy you just for the hype [aye what the f-ck]
how tf you a [?] rapper and you still ain’t got no ice
like master p, we bout about it just for life
12, 9 baby welcome to the trife [welcome]
where these n-ggas play with pistols and not knives
little baddie got a body, if you dont we get em right
[aye aye, aye aye]
i got a house on my wrist
b-tch your n-gga broke [hey, hey]
i be crackin fives, i ain’t ever cracked a four[man]
bro just hit my line, he gotta latch [aye, aye]
what we on?
if the boyz fl!ck they lights, do the dash!
b-tch we gone!
i got a house on my wrist
b-tch your n-gga broke
i be crackin fives, i ain’t ever cracked a four
bro just hit my line, he gotta latch
what we on?
if the boyz fl!ck they lights, do the dash!
b-tch we gone!
b-tch we gone, watch how you be talking on them phones[aye]
i ain’t worried bout no n-gga i got poles
choppa bullets rip the flesh, breaking bones
don’t need n0body i can do it on my own [n-gga}
i told her choose, that b-tch f-cked around and chose [b-tch]
prada stepping with the [?] not [?]
im [?] n-ggas [?], you bet not call me your bro
we running straight to it, we never running from smoke
[aye aye, aye]
[i got poles]
[n0body]
[breaking bones]
[on my own, n-gga]
[chose, b-tch]
[not ?]
[bet not call me your bro]

- ebk young joc

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