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doce ran$om - wrist on bling freestyle*** lyrics

aye
hypestar, hypestar ,hypestar

yeah my wrist on blang
yeah my wrist on blang
yeah i spit that fire
but it’s no propane
yeah i want the money
yeah i want the fame
he gotta couple thousands
he switched on his gang
you can’t really hang
you ain’t what you claim
you can’t really hang
you won’t really bang
lemonade diamonds
like i’m gucci mane
100,000 dollars put that on a chain
bounce out with that 44
that’s a nono i’m on go
shout out to my bae
& z and b yeah them my bros
put yo foot up in yo mouth
and have you talking out yo toes
boy you cappin
had lil homie scared walking out his clothes
i ain’t with the cappin tho
i just get to rappin bro
get it then i split it
that sound like a forward lateral
if you ain’t gone spend it
then lil homie what you stacking foe
if you ain’t gone shoot it then lil brodie
what you packin foe
flexing for the camera man
lil homie what you acting foe
you ain’t really mobbin
so i guess i caught you lacking mo
i’m so sick wodie
gotta brick on me
all i really drop is fire
like that bic on me
gotta thing for tree
so you know that stick on me
i’m solidified
you can’t hit no l!ck on me
imma charge it to the game
start subtracting
you a front
you ain’t really bout the action
[hook]yeah my wrist on blang
yeah my wrist on blang
yeah i spit that fire
but it’s no propane
yeah i want the money
yeah i want the fame
he gotta couple thousands
he switched on his gang
you can’t really hang
you ain’t what you claim
you can’t really hang
you won’t really bang
lemonade diamonds
like i’m gucci mane
100,000 dollars put that on a chain
ok, doce
fuego propane
make money make plays
do the race oj
make bail where the scale
back to them old ways
ain’t from them trenches
don’t get twisted like a crochet
i’m so official i got stripes
like a zebra
water on my neck turn to ice
aquafina
then i melt it when i hit the booth like a fever
slide thru yo city make a mess like katrina
i’m the one not the lucky 7
put you on a shirt and send you right to heaven
gotta thompson like i need 11
pistol preachin to you like it was a reverend
now i’m not a shooter but i got protection
that’s a smith and wesson if you in my section
you can learn ya lesson i can gps it
if you need addressing drake will get the message
chopper choppin like a bowl of lettuce and you know i’m balling just like monte ellis
1080 never lag homie
now a girl like to brag on me
oops watching like a bag on
pops coughing if you rat on me
doce ransom kinda rad homie
so i’m guessing that’s just why you mad homie
wooo
aye aye aye

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