Chris Brown - Wrist - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

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[Intro: Solo Lucci & Chris Brown] Wrist, drip, wrist, dip Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin' Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin' [Verse 1: Solo Lucci] My wrist 'bout 30 below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes? And if you ain't ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain't sip that dirty before Catch me tipping on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold with so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoes [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss I'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits (Show me them tities) And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this [Hook: Chris Brown] Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip Wrist, drip, 44's tip Hold my wrist, tip, four tip Wrist drip, 44's tip [Verse 3: Chris Brown] No he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is? You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live (Pull up with the drug dealers) You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now Oh just forget what I said, I just be thinking out loud Thinking out loud, thinking out loud Can I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearer Let's think out loud, think out loud Got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35 [Hook: Chris Brown] Wrist, tip, four, tip Wrist, drip, 44's tip Hold my wrist, tip, four tip Wrist drip, 44's tip [Verse 4: Solo Lucci] My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40 It's 50 on me, my neck is retarded Fuck nigga I'm geeked, my bitch is a baller But she from the streets so don't get her started Handcuffs like I got arrested homie Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me Diamonds shining, that's them VVS's on me Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on fours Thinkin' bout when them hoes used to sleep on me like mattresses But that's how it go, now I'm gettin' that dough And I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus (Actually) I got my name off that trappin' shit But I got the fame off this rappin' shit Now my watch and my chain is immaculate [Hook: Chris Brown] Wrist, tip, four, tip Wrist, drip, 44's tip Hold my wrist, tip, four tip Wrist drip, 44's tip Wrist, tip, four, tip Wrist, drip, 44's tip Hold my wrist, tip, four tip Wrist drip, 44's tip
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