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logic – wrist lyrics

[chorus: logic]
yeah, i’ve been k!llin’ this sh-t
yeah, i’ve been hard in the paint, not a single -ssist
yeah, i’ve been fl1ckin’ that wrist
yeah, i’ve been cookin’ that sh-t, now they f-ckin’ with this
yeah, i’ve been k!llin’ this sh-t
yeah, i’ve been hard in the paint, not a single -ssist
yeah, i’ve been fl1ckin’ that wrist
yeah, i’ve been cookin’ that sh-t, now they f-ckin’ with this
yeah, i’ve been, yeah i’ve been k!llin’ this, k!llin’ this sh-t
yeah, i’ve been fl1ckin’ that, fl1ckin’ that wrist
yeah, i’ve been k!llin’ this, cookin’ that
k!llin’ this, fl1ckin’ that wrist
yeah, i’ve k!llin’ this sh-t
yeah, i’ve hard in the paint, not a single -ssist
yeah, i’ve fl1ckin’ that wrist
yeah, i’ve cookin’ that sh-t, now they f-ckin’ with this

[verse 1: logic & (pusha t)]
let me tell you ’bout the young man
matter of fact, i’ma let push tell that
tell you ’bout the old man
had a change of heart and then fell back
old man lived a long life
walked around with a long knife
you ain’t cut the white like jesus
that colombiana, that’s mi hermanos (yugh)
look at the fl1ck of that wrist
i’m feelin’ like leonardo
let me paint a picture, i might need a bottle
on the road to success, i could feel the throttle
that michelangelo, hundreds in the envelope
tight sh-t when i write sh-t
and that old man had a change of heart
wish he knew it back from the start like godd-mn
looked around, seen his wife on the ground
military bussin’ bullets all over the whole compound
soon as he seen it, i swear it, i mean it, my members go quicker than vamonos
he dead, she dead, he in jail
everyone fallin’ like dominoes

[verse 2: pusha t]
simple logic
clockwise, counterclockwise, realest n-gga in the top five
other four ain’t rap n-ggas, i’m just reppin’ for the blow side
yuugh, that’s coastlines, panama for the boat rides
worth billions, and we ain’t even need showtime
just money counters and kitchenwear
condo with a b-tch in there
two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo!
the rollie’s been the trophy since hawaiian sophie
curry over kobe, we shootin’ n-ggas
splash brothers with the coca, add in baking soda
goodfellas to my n-ggas (yuugh) all ray liottas
shades of blue, i aim at you
let the sky fall, let it rain on you

- logic lyrics

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