letra de my wrist - skypearleddat
[intro]
ohh, my wrist
b-tch, f-ck
mm, my wrist, b-tch
[chorus]
wrist bust down (bust down)
b-tch bust down (bust down)
talk sh-t, glock on bust down
how you beggin’ me not to shoot?
thought you was tough, wow (r.i.p. my pops)
lost my pops, i still blew up (r.i.p. my pops)
i’m thinkin’ back, “how?” (b-tch)
how the f-ck i made that happen?
i keep tellin’, i’m a [?] so stop that [?]
b-tch, i lost a couple folks (b-tch)
we was really just hangin’ (r.i.p. my folks)
n-ggas turn to a opp quick ([?]) (b-tch)
how the f-ck you say i’m changin’? (huh)
tell them folks to stay up off that block
this sh-t get dangerous (huh, huh)
[verse]
please don’t lose your f-ckin’ life, i’m trying to be famous (b-tch)
you don’t wanna beef with no young n-ggas
this sh-t get real heinous (huh)
i done felt so f-cking much, a n-gga d-mn near painless
how you sweat that n-gga [?], but left the [?]
free my n-ggas who in the pen, tryna’ fight them cases (whatchu’ say?)
this ho tryna’ f-ck, b-tch, i pull out laces
got that n-gga twice, i ain’t even leave no traces
and i only f-ck with black sh-t, you might think i’m racist
left that b-tch in the past tense, i ain’t havin’ no patience
my old n-gga, i’m past him, b-tch, he had me trippin’
b-tch, i told my folks, “stop that godd-mn simpin'”
i got hoes on hoes on me, you might think i’m pimpin’
[chorus]
wrist bust down (rich b-tch)
b-tch bust down (do you hear me?)
talk sh-t, glock on bust down (b-tch)
how you beggin’ me not to shoot? (not to shoot)
thought you was tough, wow (b-tch, wow)
lost my pops, i still blew up
i’m thinkin’ back, “how?” (huh)
how the f-ck i made that happen? (r.i.p. my pops, r.i.p. my folks)
i keep tellin’, i’m a [?] so stop that [?] (stop that sh-t)
b-tch, i lost a couple folks
we was really just hangin’ (what?)
n-ggas turn to a opp quick
how the f-ck you say i’m changin’? (huh)
tell them folks to stay up off that block
this sh-t get dangerous (huh, huh, huh)
[outro]
i toke k’s, b-tch, that sh-t got me limpin’
b-tch, i get paid and that’s why the f-ck i’m spendin’
we exposing opps, never got n-ggas trending
i got glocks on glocks on me, b-tch, i’m really [?]
ooh, huh, all i care about is digits
that n-gga play with me, b-tch, he end up missin’
i got racks on racks
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