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letra de wrist wrist - frank mayson

[hook: frank mayson]
hand in the air, i’m leaving there, to show that i’m winning (wrist wrist)
i’m popping a wheelie (wrist)
pop up and go get it (wrist wrist)
pots on the stove, you know what that for, my niggas is cooking (wrist wrist)
bowls of the loud, sour so stinky, bails of the midgy (flip flip)
my hand’s in the air (we winning)
my hand’s in the air (wrist wrist)
my hand’s in the air (wooo)
my hand’s in the air (getting it)
my hand’s in the air (wrist wrist)
my hand’s in the air my hand’s in the air
hand’s in the air (getting it getting it)
my hand’s in the air hand’s in the air

[verse 1: frank mayson]
i know that i’m next
got money got power that come with respect
don’t punch in no hours but got me a check
and i’m smoking that sour relieving the stress (that kush)
get me some sex, then hop on a jet
out of town with the plug while i’m making a play i know jugg and finnesse
got a spot on the west, got a spot on the east
got a spot on the north that i keep super clean i don’t shit where i sleep
you know we act differently, you know you ain’t shit to me
i know you was sick of me, ’cause your b-tch get the d-ck from me
my yungin just got 32 in a clip on the end of a womper
run up he gone romp ya, run through you like tonka
pray to the lord, we ain’t got problems ’cause shit can violent
f-ck it i’m riding, go ahead try us, we starting a riot (riot)

[verse 2: frank mayson]
d-mn frank stunting, trap stay bunking
should of seen them when i pulled the cls 500
i lost a few homies trying to get the money, lost a few b-tches trying to get the money
that’s the risk you take when you getting chips, now a nigga rich, can’t take it from me
fast life, that’s all i know, drive thru and cop a combo
you want the number 9, thats a rondo, you got 28, i let the pound go
i got shatter wax, something real potent, for the real smoker, 7 for the o
make no mistake, better keep it straight, if you trying to take it you a jon doe
you niggas ain’t it, my niggas the shit put that on my click
cash out on a whip, probably f-cking ya b-tch, put that on my d-ck
they say that we’d fall (they say that we’d fall)
we talked to the lord sallats to allah
and prayed that we ball we ready for war
what shit is you on (what shit is you on)
when them waters get muddy
there ain’t no hiding my niggas we dive in
real life survivors, through hard times we grinding
couple spots at the table, break bread when we eat, but you not invited
you watch right behind us, ’cause you not a rider

- frank mayson

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