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father - look at wrist (feat. ilovemakonnen & key!) lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah look at god
(wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
said she didn’t wanna keep it
look at god!
guess that will be our little secret…
hold that down (hold that back)
pack after pack all summer
gas guzzler i remind her of her hummer
she remind me of lla
hot boxing in the middle of august windows rolled up
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
my wrists done turned so cold
my arm got runny nose
i flip it for the high and get it for the low
i’m booked for all these shows
i cook for all these hoes
we turned a neighborhood kitchen into a 5 star stove
super chef makonnen might sprinkle serotonin
be careful when you rolling because my wrist so godd-mn potent
oh b-tch is you snoring?
will wake up in the morning
because wrist game stupid
and the wrist be going like
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
ok, i hurt my f-cking wrist tryna j-zz on your b-tch
i hurt my f-cking wrist doing donuts in the six
hey wrist, wrist, wrist man i hurt my f-cking wrist
pulling risk, man you wouldn’t understand about this sh-t
if i catch a opp
i’mma catch a opp
it ain’t sh-t
i ain’t from the chi, this atlantastan
boy that’s it
man i’m outside
man i’m outside
with my old -ss
sh-t look sad
man pull up, your f-cking pants
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
boy like i’m hooping hey
wrist, wrist wrist
catch your girl if you’re losing hey
wrist, wrist, wrist
all my n-gg-s ready for jail
wrist, wrist, wrist
but none of us is going to h-ll
repenting
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist

- father lyrics

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