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I'm about to run this wrist up I'm feelin like I won the lotto way my chips up I don't want the bottom of the barrel want the pick up I picked up the bag and then I ran off got it mixed up I just ate gelato in Italia with my pinks up I flew out to Paris just for dinner on a mix up I pulled up with karats on my wrist you know that shit thump I live so vicarious through myself because my shit tough Yeahhh Aye Get my wrist up Lil boy, put yo bitch up Never catch me walking with my shit tucked Always been the one I had to flex up Heard that you burnt out you need to rest up You talk, what the fuck you saying? New coupe, what the fuck I'm paying? Boys wanna talk, they ain't gettin no money, so I took they bitch and you know she staying Gang gang on the track we slaying Live life so you know we praying My boys going way too crazy, we done did so much and they say it's amazing Yeah I had to get my wrist up Put diamonds on my chain, know I had to go get lit up I went out to Vegas, in the penthouse put the kid up I live so vicarious through myself because my shit tough Yeahhh I was in the club ballin till the sun come up I can't do the stallin my bih say she had enough Now them hunnids fallin on the floor they pick em up Got them labels callin cuz I got my wrist up I'm about to run this wrist up I'm feelin like I won the lotto way my chips up I don't want the bottom of the barrel want the pick up I picked up the bag and then I ran off got it mixed up I just ate gelato in Italia with my pinks up I flew out to Paris just for dinner on a mix up I pulled up with karats on my wrist you know that shit thump I live so vicarious through myself because my shit tough I put a couple hunnid on my wrist I'm talking ice Ran up to the jeweler swipe my card didn't check the price Watch how you talk to Twenty swear I'm done with being nice You lookin at the Benz I already bought it twice I put diamonds in my rings are you feelin me? If the chain don't hang it don't appeal to me If the watch two-tone that's a deal to me Put the crown on the king gotta kneel to me Kylo Twenty got our wrist up Crown Records goin so crazy man we next up Yeahhh Man we gonna stack these hunnids to the ceiling Got my wrist up Crown official what a feeling Changed the game, yeah we got em reeling Ice the gang, untuck it no concealing I'm about to run this wrist up I'm feelin like I won the lotto way my chips up I don't want the bottom of the barrel want the pick up I picked up the bag and then I ran off got it mixed up I just ate gelato in Italia with my pinks up I flew out to Paris just for dinner on a mix up I pulled up with karats on my wrist you know that shit thump I live so vicarious through myself because my shit tough Yeahhh
Writer(s): Theodore Kerhoulas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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