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trap kane - wrist (rm) lyrics

wrist wrist wrist wrist wrist

[hook]
rollie on my wrist (wrist)
rollie on my wrist
100k on the chain
(click) take a pic
dimes on the crib
9 on my hip (pah)
we gonn’ pull up on you (pah, pah)
take you out the grid (woah)
rollie on my wrist, rollie on my wrist
100k on the chain
(click) take a pic
dimes on the crib
9 on my hip
we gonn’ pull up on you (pah, pah)
take you out the grid

[verse 1]
flicker with wrist, club at the hills
n-gg- with the cheese, d on the beat
approach a n-gg- sweet, she told me she a freak
took her to the crib, i told her talk is cheap
coup a rollie on my wrist
diamond shinning gucci on my feet
prolly got my daddy out the swiss
n-gg- 17 with the 6
only hang with shooters at the corner
i just seem a lil edgy not a stoner
possibly i might just get me double honours
young n-gg- optimistic bout the bonus
real mech? i’m like yeah
real g? i’m like yeah
nominies i might get
politocion on deck
run sh-t but not a felony
young sippin on this hennesy
n-gg- does it for the family
prolly got my dad up in a set o’ wheels
f-ck boys with the jealousy, wannabe’s turn to enemies
mind racing with this energy, i ran outta patience i need modesty
i want it all i want it all (all)
thought you never see me thru it all (do it all)
only 17 i got the sauce (do it all)
flick season watch em when they fall

[bridge]
hurricane not a bandit
money money gotta spend it
baby mama named candice
money money gotta have it
ice on me like i’m wedded
prolly cop my parents with a mansion
momma told me “boy you gotta have it”
all these n-gg-s shakes its a habit

[hook]
rollie on my wrist, rollie on my wrist
100k on the chain
(click) take a pic
dimes on the crib
9 on my hip
we gonn’ pull up on you (pah, pah)
take you out the grid
rollie’ on my wrist, rollie on my wrist
100k on the chain
(click) take a pic
dimes on the crib
9 on my hip
we gonn’ pull up on you (pah, pah)
take you out the grid

[verse 2]
represent, gotta rep the set (gotta represent)
way to fame, gotta cut the cheque
ain’t been no floods, gotta pay the rent
she gimme head, didn’t pay a cent
she asked me how she did, i told her, “automatic a”
flicker with the wrist, i bit it with a chain
p talking to me, sayin n-gg- stay
i pulled my d off i said get out the way
shine boy never let a n-gg- tell you yous ain’t no star
big papa laid the crown
he told me son you a role model
never hate, never p-ss gas, never p-ss time sipping fake bottles
be a man understand ain’t n-body shine brighter with em dime clocks

[outro]
(rollie’ on my wrist, rollie on my wrist
hunnid’ k on the chain
take a pic
dimes on the crib
9 on my hip
we gonn’ pull up on you
take you out the grid)

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