the cool kids - look at wrist (the cool kids remix) lyrics
[intro: father]
yeah, yeah, yeah look at god!
yeah, yeah, yeah look at god!
yeah, yeah, yeah look at god!
(wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist)
[verse 1: father]
said she didn’t wanna keep it, ooh, look at god!
guess that will be our little secret…
hold that down (hold that back) (x4)
pack after pack all summer
gas guzzler i remind her of her hummer
she remind me of corolla
hot boxing in the middle of august windows rolled up
[hook: father]
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
[verse 2: sir michael rocks]
look at this, i put a twist
on the pot as i stir, man this sh-t’s legit
while i look at pics, snapchattin’, look at b-tch
dropped my album, pulled my pants down and i took a p-ss
on your idea of what you thought that you was bout to hear
but when you bought it was glad that you got it
and now you be bumpin’ that sh-t for a year, yeah
i am the almighty banco, this beat is atlanta
chiquita banana the color my b-tch
six cellphones on my hip, look at this
[hook: father]
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
[verse 3: chuck inglish]
fl!ck, aye, fl!ck, aye, flip the light switch, right?
sittin’ in the spot me and rocks with the six
got the well trained rott, he don’t even bark and sh-t
save the motherf-ckin’ whales, n-ggas steady sharking sh-t
hop out hit the b-tton n-gga watch it park itself
the shop is always open and ain’t nothin’ here on sale
it’s hot blades chop made it flip and callin’ tops
who you got no you not hoopin’, hoopin’ on the block
finger roll with the shot the ball rim around the pot
the wrist like the and1 mixtape take a sick day
lookin’ like lil b wrist, chuck inglish
master ace with the b-ss, what this n-gga father say?
[hook: father]
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist
i want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist
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