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kc ruskii - wrist lyrics

[intro: kc ruskii]
[?]
aye, aye, uh, aye, roo, roo

[chorus: kc ruskii]
they throw shade ’round me but they stay ’round me
got a cuban plug yeah, she from day county (oh yeah)
like the president, how they always wave ’round me
made my watch flood like i stay drownin’
when my wrist just like a chef up on a stove
break it down and push it at the corner store
when my wrist just like a chef up on a stove
break it down and push it at the corner store

[post-chorus: kc ruskii]
yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah, aye
wit’ my wrist

[verse 1: kc ruskii]
talkin’ straight, drop, got a great pop
we was good trappin’ ’til the spot got hot
twelve circlin’ the block, say they heard a couple shots
n-ggas say that they gon’ k!ll me, yeah i heard that a lot
you ain’t never did squat, [?] standard on the guap
we was [?] up them birds, sh-t i’m talkin’ ’bout a flock
all red like this hot, go dead on a thot
’cause i’ve been [?] on you woo, she be callin’ me a lot
i’m not stressin’ you n-ggas, i got them hittas
i heard you talkin’ ’bout sh-t that you ain’t livin’
and i’m a chef in the kitchen but that’s a give in
and we was takin’ ’cause nothin’ was ever given

[post-chorus: rc ruskii]
yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah, aye
wit’ my wrist

[verse 2: lil baby]
had to work it wit’ my wrist dawg
got a hunnid on my wrist dawg
i’m a dope boy, i need a wrist dawg, yeah
but i ain’t tryna [?] no [?] dawg
i’m in the kitchen workin’ my wrist
they thinkin’ that i’m a boss, now i’m a star
came from the block where you still run from the car
i’m like play crazy, get murked dawg
payed two thousand for my shirt dawg
n-ggas [?] my way throwin’ shade, but it don’t get to me
i’m just tryna stay down, get that bag so my kid can eat
it get crazy on that road dawg
but i ain’t never gonna fold nah

[post-chorus: rc ruskii]
yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah wit’ my wrist, yeah wit’ my wrist
yeah, yeah wit’ my wrist, look, yeah, aye
wit’ my wrist

[verse 3: kc ruckii]
don’t worry i’m wipin’ it off
we gon’ live life at a low
rollin’ up some of that strong
[?] might buy it all
we just want all of the digits
i used to be trappin’ at [?]
[?] it, i’m spinnin’ like fidgets
the double g caught me a ticket

[outro: lil baby]
i’m in the kitchen workin’ my wrist
they thinkin’ that i’m a boss
i’m in the kitchen workin’ my wrist
they thinkin’ that i’m a boss
i’m in the kitchen workin’ my wrist
they thinkin’ that i’m a boss
(i used to be trappin’ at [?])
i’m in the kitchen workin’ my wrist
they thinkin’ that i’m a boss

- kc ruskii lyrics

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