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Young nigga smooth with the wrist [x12] Wrist game, Wrist game Young nigga in the kitchen made a mill with the wrist game Fucking your bitch in that matte black Bring it back Taught her how to whip it in the kitchen Made a come back I was countin' up racks when they was sleepin' on me Bankroll too big, can't put a rubber band on it I could whip it with a motherfucking broke wrist Had to come up to the plug for the whole brick Young nigga smooth with the pot I don't wanna fuck Give me top I got 22 pigeons in the drop I don't fuck with nobody cause I'm hot Think I'm playing?, you must be crazy In the living room tryna whip a baby Thank the lord that I made it cuz they hate me Overseas Taking trips out to Haiti They know I'm rich, but a nigga still trappin' We did it once, now the whole world dabbin' Diamonds on froze, like the South Pole Gas bag Letras de cancionesGas bag Elbow I know they watching, so I'm trappin' smarter Tryna break the pot I whip it harder Young nigga smooth with the wrist [x12] Gotta make love to the pot Love to the pot Gotta make love to the pot Love to the pot When you scrape the pot Better not miss a spot Boy you missed a spot Now you owe me guap Made a lot of guap Off my fucking wrist I done took some risks That made a nigga rich Shout out my brother Rich Shout out my brother Flip My blood brother, man, man Savage, he gon' trip Oh Lord, not again Oh Lord, not again I think I hurt my hand, man I think I broke my wrist Wrist, Wrist, Wrist Man, fuck that bitch This some real shit Yeah, I really whipped a brick I don't get the gist I don't get the gist I really did this shit It really don't make no sense You ain't making sense You ain't making sense Get up out my phone I'm finna go fuck my dick Young nigga smooth with the wrist [x12] From Letras Mania