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Wrist Cold - EBK Young Joc
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Wrist Cold EBK Young Joc

Wrist Cold - EBK Young Joc
[Aye Aye]
[Man]
I got a house on my wrist
B*tch your n*gga broke [Hey, Hey]
I be crackin fives, I ain't ever cracked a four[Man]
Bro just hit my line, he gotta latch [Aye, Aye]
What we on?
If the boyz flick they lights, do the dash!
B*tch we gone!
I got a house on my wrist
B*tch your n*gga broke
I be crackin fives, I ain't ever cracked a four
Bro just hit my line, he gotta latch
What we on?
If the boyz flick they lights, do the dash!
B*tch we gone!
I got a house on my wrist.[No]
B*tch your n*gga broke
Ooh, n*ggas never know what sleeze on [Aye what the f*ck]
Beating up the blade, Ridin round with three h*es
Yea, I got a bag but so what I need more
40 on me, fresh out the box with 3,0
[?] How you broke and you say you a CEO
When it come between me and my [?], they gettin off [Aye]
I can tell you get no money, you settled on figueroa [Aye aye]
Im a whip beater upper, be taggin these n*ggas [?]
B*tch you pulled up in your stash, and spending it on some clothes[Man]
Calm down cuddy you just for the hype [Aye what the f*ck]
How tf you a [?] rapper and you still ain't got no ice
Like master P, we bout about it just for life
12, 9 baby welcome to the trife [Welcome]
Where these n*ggas play with pistols and not knives
Little baddie got a body, if you dont we get em right
[Aye aye, aye aye]
I got a house on my wrist
B*tch your n*gga broke [Hey, Hey]
I be crackin fives, I ain't ever cracked a four[Man]
Bro just hit my line, he gotta latch [Aye, Aye]
What we on?
If the boyz flick they lights, do the dash!
B*tch we gone!
I got a house on my wrist
B*tch your n*gga broke
I be crackin fives, I ain't ever cracked a four
Bro just hit my line, he gotta latch
What we on?
If the boyz flick they lights, do the dash!
B*tch we gone!
B*tch we gone, watch how you be talking on them phones[Aye]
I ain't worried bout no n*gga I got poles
Choppa bullets rip the flesh, breaking bones
Don't need nobody I can do it on my own [N*gga}
I told her choose, that b*tch f*cked around and chose [B*tch]
Prada stepping with the [?] not [?]
Im [?] n*ggas [?], you bet not call me your bro
We running straight to it, we never running from smoke
[Aye aye, aye]
[I got poles]
[Nobody]
[Breaking bones]
[On my own, n*gga]
[Chose, b*tch]
[Not ?]
[Bet not call me your bro]
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