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house of pharaohs - wrist work lyrics

[intro]
ay

[hook]
look at the wrist work
look at your b-tch twerk
versace my t-shirt
she thinks i’m gon’ miss her
want me the money, no fame
want me the money, no fame
we been on top of our game
we been on top of our game
look at the wrist work
look at your b-tch twerk
versace my t-shirt
she thinks i’m gon’ miss her
want me the money, no fame
want me the money, no fame
we been on top of our game
we been on top of our game

[verse 1]
we set the trends (fashion)
still posted in ends (6)
come through with your friends (ya)
pull up in the benz
need me some freeze on my neck, ha
ask me, i give you the spec, ha
and your b-tch wanna come give me s-x (s-x)
sorry, i had to reject
sorry, i just had to flex (flex)
medusa all up on my chest (chest)
you do not f-ck with the best (best)
i do not need your respect (whoa)
(?) and defend
unavailable if there’s no checks
i do not dress to impress
my fashion sense, yeah it’s the best

[verse 2]
oi
all smiles
it’s like me and (?) in (?)
with the mandem chillin’ round backstage
get the (?)
know what i’ve come to realize, i’ve gone through mad change
i’m a real g, can’t tell me what i can and can’t say
(?) before i get through the gate at heathrow airport
then i just got a text from mum she said “be careful”
h-o wave, no label, we can turn up, do the money walk
check my dna, yeah i feel real able, if it ain’t my peak, it’s fable
get the cards on the table

[verse 3]
i can not (?)
if that’s your girl, why she lookin’ at me?
we been (?)
been k!llin’ sh-t and we still on a spree
only one, you couldn’t clone me
taking shots i’m like kobe
take time, do it slowly
running like wile e coyote
we did it all on our lonelies
i know them guys, they are phony
i don’t pretend to be (?)
i got the back of my homie
in the kitchen i’m workin’
your b-tch, she twerkin’
all the paper, i’m yearning
(?)

[verse 4]
we gotta catch up, ah, yeah
we f-ck the map up, ay, yeah
i’m f-ckin’ her backup, ay, yeah
two numbers, a three and a four, ay, yeah
yawning, ha, yeah
the flow is appaling, ha, yeah
(?) back up, yeah
’cause we been the jawbreakers
i make her heart ache
lane, different one
different feeling
when i do it
no losing
no hoping
n-gg-s convinced themselves
we got a different world
money ain’t physical

[verse 5: blaze]
listen
don’t call my phone, cause you’re not on my radar (please don’t call)
i seen them guys over there chill around some traitors (chumps)
got my n-gg-s in the back, smoking all types of flavours
might run off with a pack, if it comes (?), that’s takers
funny mad man, ha ha, bare jokes no guala (mad men)
i got a next link there, says she wanna link me at dollar (low)
i remember back then i was the first black boy to play oiiver (?) (straight facts)
and what’s a west end ting, man was poppin’ off collars (true)

[verse 6: bandanna]
bugatti, bugatti, whatever
giuseppe zanotti, margiela
a hundred degrees wearing leather
make it rain and i might change the weather
23 jump
some n-gg-s (?)
shout out to my aunts
we smokin’ gelato, that sh-t hit the lungs
walkin’ to retain the energy
see i’m rich, so they wanna be friends with me
you couldn’t copy this recipe
that boy (?) taste like some jelly beans
you lookin’ at me like “d-mn, he so rude”
flooded my wrist, i want diamonds on tooth
(?), i’m tellin’ the truth
(?) coupe

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