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Wrist Cold
EBK Young Joc
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Ay, Ay
Man
I got a house on my wrist, bitch yo nigga broke
I be cracking 5's I ain't ever cracked a 4
Bro just hit my line, he gotta lash, what we on?
If the boys flick they lights through the dash, bitch we gone
I got a house on my wrist, bitch yo nigga broke
I be cracking 5's I ain't ever cracked a 4
Bro just hit my line, he gotta lash, what we on?
If the boys flick they lights through the dash, bitch we gone
I got a house on my wrist, bitch yo nigga broke
Ooh ohh
Niggas don't even know what Sleaze on
Beatin up the blade, riding round with 3 hoes
Yeah I got a bag but so what I need more
Said he on me, fresh out the box with 3 O
Tell me snitch how you broke and you say you a CEO
When it come between me and my hotz they gettin on
I can tell you get no money, you set her on Figueroa
I'ma whip, beat her up, and been taggin these niggas loads
Bitch you put up in your stash, you spendin it on some clothes
Calm down cudi you just for the hype
Why you funk with any rapper and you still ain't got no ice
Like Master P, we bout it bout it this the life
209 Baby welcome to the trife
Where these niggas play with pistols and our knives
Everybody got a body, if he don't we get him right
I got a house on my wrist, bitch yo nigga broke
I be cracking 5's I ain't ever cracked a 4
Bro just hit my line, he gotta lash, what we on
If the boys flick they lights through the dash, bitch we gone
I got a house on my wrist, bitch yo nigga broke
I be cracking 5's I ain't ever cracked a 4
Bro just hit my line, he gotta lash, what we on
If the boys flick they lights through the dash, bitch we gone
Bitch we gone
Watch how you be talking on them phones
I ain't worried bout no nigga, I got pole
Choppa bullets rip through flesh, breaking bones
Don't need nobody, I can do it on my own
I told her choose, that bitch fucked around and chose
Prada steppin with Ksubis not Jabos
I'm cutting niggas in, you better not call me your bro
We running straight to it, we never running from smoke
(Ay, phones, I got pole, nobody, breaking bones)
(on my own nigga, chose, not Jabos, better not call me your bro)
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