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letra de wrist worth sex - eddison

[intro]
you know the time, huh, uh-, how’d i do?
prodtc

[chorus]
yeah, i put that b-tch on when i woke up in my bedroom
i’m tryna pass her another blunt, i’m feeling extra
that ho ain’t tryna rock down unless she get necklace
i gotta tell ’em get good, she said my bookbag look good (what the f-ck?)
she said “d-mn, what’s your wrist worth?” this wrist worth s-x
finna step on on this new paint, tryna get up with the next
watch them shoes, you know he shoot good like he play for the nets
tryna push your ass, said bet, tryna make some hits or miss

[verse 1]
speed walk up and down, boom, boom, boy i love that sound
slime on that piece, vroom, vroom, that’s that car sound
he say he my ridеr, on the stove, we got l.a. sound
pull thе rolls, i’ve been losing control, that’s that brake sound, skrrt
b-tch, this young n-gga tweakin’ off pills, right now
push that new benz, it’s automatic
yeah, yeah, these n-ggas p-ssy, they don’t want any static
yeah, yeah, shawty see my d-ck, she got real excited
yeah, yeah, f-ckin’ on this beat, shawty suckin’ on my meat
.345, i came with it, shh, without that b-tch it ain’t complete
yeah, buggin’ with my stills, and my piece real
gotta big ass f-ckin’ corny, b-tch you be the ingenuine
[chorus]
yeah, i put that b-tch on when i woke up in my bedroom (p-ssy)
i’m tryna pass her another blunt, i’m feeling extra
that ho ain’t tryna rock down unless she get necklace (p-ssy)
i gotta tell ’em get good, he said my bookbag look good (what the f-ck?)
she said “d-mn, what’s your wrist worth?” this wrist worth s-x
finna step on on this new paint, tryna get up with the next
watch them shoes, you know he shoot good like he play for the nets
tryna push your ass, said bet, tryna make some hits or miss

[verse 2]
and we gon’ get away with it, we hit ’em on the inside of that b-tch
baby that my sh-t, she rockin’ with my gun and sh-t
now turn around, come in peace, stop dissin’ and run in peace
i ain’t even a gun piece, why the f-ck you in song, b-tch?
b-tch-ass ho in the porsche, yeah, racing
skrrt, skrrt, porsche all white like a racist
i just need some fine sh-t, some basic, uh

[outro]
uh, baby, add me
baby, add me
uh, baby, add me
i love how this style from [?]
let’s take a selfie bad, and get active
[?]
who’s that? hm-hmm, you know on your-
hm-hmm, uh, uh, uh, uh

- eddison

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