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bino brown - work on my wrist lyrics

[hook]
i got the work on my wrist, i got the work on my sh-t
i got the work on my b-tch, how i’m still working, i’m rich
n-gga you know that i’m working
n-gga you know my b-tch twerking
n-gga you know i ain’t hurting
i got to get it for certain

[hook]
i got the work on my wrist, i got the work on my sh-t
i got the work on my b-tch, you know that i’m working, i’m rich
n-gga you know i ain’t hurting
n-gga you know that i’m working
n-gga you know my b-tch twerking
i got to get it for certain

[verse 1]
you keep them bowls of the regular
i got them bowls on the regular
my blunts deformed, irregular
my plug be calling my cellular
n-gga i get it, i get it
i multiply, stacking my digits
you coming up short like a midget
i’m throwing the pack like a frisbee
you say that you getting some money
we know that you live with your mommy
we get this sh-t in, we break this sh-t down
you see this sh-t red like a mummy
you know i be running the trap
these n-ggas just running some laps
i weigh the dope up, i roll this sh-t up
i smoke this sh-t ‘til i collapse
memphis got nothing but shooters
travelling like i’m a hooper
one day in memphis, the next day atlanta
they like the way i maneuver
this sh-t i’m smoking is potent
you catch me, i’m pouring my potion
i’m all on your girl like lotion
she see my network, she know that i’m social
these n-ggas be looking so pitiful
i’m dropping the bowls on the digital
i’m k!lling this sh-t, i’m k!lling this sh-t
man all i need is my cereal
no limit with it, stay [?]
i hope in the bentley, stay audi
i’m sipping that lean, i’m smoking that kush
sh-t knock me out like ronda rousey

[verse 2]
me and my n-ggas the wildest
the sh-t you smoking the mildest
i’m dripping this flavor, they biting the swag
n-gga you might need a stylist
every day know i be on
that pistol be popping like corn
it wake you up like an alarm
your girl text me “hi” like a form
i went and put ice on my charm
i send the bomb just like saddam
memphis the new vietnam
you get wet up in the storm
i got to be with that work
that b-tch keep the sh-t up her skirt
i take a look and she smirk
she stack it up just like a clerk
tell the plug send in ten packs
make all the money then send it right back
i don’t know how to act with these racks
tell the plug go head and find me some act
high as the trap out the roller
pushing them babies, no strollers
in my hand, no remote controller
sick with this sh-t, got ebola
my shoes straight out of the factory
my diamonds it’s looking like daiquiri
i pull up in porsches and benzes
diamonds got your ho so attention me
n-gga i’m working, i’m working
i got to get it for certain
the maybach come with no curtains
this money i’m getting disturbing

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