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rich uzi & lil boosie - cold wrist.exe lyrics

[intro: lil boosie]
50k on my wrist (yeah)
all these b-tches behind me but i dont twist (skurt)
i flex on the hoes ( flex on it)
dash on dat hoes (dash)
smack on dat hoes ( smack smack)
this ice on my wrist , yeah u know we got rich

[verse 1: rich uzi]
pull up at ur block
n-ggas running afraid of the glock
took ur hoe smash it in ur block
racks on racks we flyin to bangkok
i got the sauce this how we rock
we own the money dat u never got
feds trackin us but we give them a f-ck
we smoke da millions of billions of dollars ( yeah)

am f-ckin a b
lean and xana dats how we expli
u know she can’t get off me
threesome just call ur bestie ( richh)
drinkin adiz no touch
pop a perky no touch
f-ckin hoes so many crush (uzi)

[verse 2:lil boosie]
if you’re a snitch get out of my team
i pour the drank u get its the codeine
this how we doin u know what i mean
the public too hot when i jup on the scene (skuuuuurt)
offwhite supreme this how we dress u know what is (flexx)
armani are my jeans
all these ex hoes
my record ain’t clean
we drinking we drinking (leannn)
ouh uzi and i
we clearly dont buy
b-tch stop da lie (stop it stop it )
all this money we gotta fly

[verse 3:lil boosie & rich uzi]
fly to the moon
f-ck that b-tch soon
wrap it cocoon(yaaaa)
enter the room
mama told me ( mama mama)
go make the tuune
trappin trappin in di after noon
seelin da dope even in june
poppin da bricks
gettin nude pics
mama told me do not f-ck with da chicks
ama eat da p-ssy with da chopsticks
the f-ck was too hard da she tought we were six

- rich uzi lil boosie lyrics

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