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future - cuddle my wrist lyrics

[intro]
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cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist
cuddle my b-tch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit’
cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
cuddle my, cu-
cuddle my, cuddle

[chorus]
cuddle my wrist, cuddle my b-tch, cuddle my wrist
cuddle my b-tch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

[refrain]
i got that monkey on my back
i walk around with 500 racks
i keep the city on my shoulders
carry it ’round like a bag of stacks
i put a kit on a bentayga
dr. miami, the -ss fat
n-gga wanna play with the murda squad
f-ck around, i had to call up scratch

[verse 1]
goyard as soon as the bag got packed
zone 6, sure, i ain’t showing no slack
never been a quitter, i’ma turn it to the max
lean in my liver, i’ve been taking good batch
real dope dealers don’t hang around rats
four by four, sitting taller than a ‘lac
margiela on my toes, sittin’ way in the back
canary yellow gold, rollie and a mac
glock four-oh, plastic gat
vv coated, sitting on my chest
p-ssy -ss n-ggas don’t call no threat
i’m a big dog, you ain’t nothin’ but a pet
weak -ss n-gga boutta run outta check
tryna keep up, better step up your neck
had to eat it up when i caught the baguettes
snackin’ on me, it ain’t nothin’ to address

[chorus]
cuddle my wrist, cuddle my b-tch, cuddle my wrist
cuddle my b-tch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

[verse 2]
fifty-five mil’ on my carats
i never had to go in the vault
fishscale when you speak my status
future already done picked up the phone
we on a regular line, n-gga
i can’t talk to you nothin’ ’bout the raw
i heard you seen a n-gga get flatline
you better not tell them none what you saw
soon as i drop, i got flexed up
f-ck all that drama, got heat tucked
ice out the hittas, my cuts up
yellow gold presi, it bust up
young n-gga already pushed the ferrari
i came in with the head off
jumbo patek gon’ crush your career
all these wheels, got dust on the wheel
so many foreigns, a car dealership
poured up my cup when i hopped on the lear
drippin’ severe, the god is here
dic’s in here, i got chartered here

[refrain]
i got that monkey on my back
i walk around with 500 racks
i keep the city on my shoulders
carry it ’round like a bag of stacks
i put a kid on a bentayga
dr. miami, the -ss fat
n-gga wanna play with the murda squad
f-ck around, i had to call up scratch

[chorus]
cuddle my wrist, cuddle my b-tch, cuddle my wrist
cuddle my b-tch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

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