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allstar jr - wrist working كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
(dodbh)
it’s lit
(let’s get a bag)

[verse 1]
rap money slowin’ down, f_ck it, i don’t need it
i just made fifty off some thirties down in cleveland (pew)
we be glockied up in the truck for a reason (bah)
injured your mans, i heard he out for the season, listen (oh, he done)
throw you in the lake, they love you, have them boys fishin’ (he through)
you on some bullsh_t, my lil’ bro love k!llin’ (pew)
and you do not have a car, you not a drug dealer (shut your poor ass up)
i shake loose from these hoes, bro, you love b_tches (oh, you mothеrf_ckin’ cupid or somethin’)
who the f_ck are you guys? i id n_ggas (who is this?)
i wish i would bе broke, i’d be n_ggas (i’d be just like y’all)
it be cash on hand when i see n_ggas (every time)
pay the tab or box him in like id pictures (bah)
i had a couple n_ggas workin’ shootin’ out the bag (couple)
now i gotta score myself, threw it off the glass (i t_mac’d it)
n_ggas wild with the stick, be through without the mag (hoes)
i seen some jeans in amiri, threw ’em in the bag (these mine)
i done fell out with my plug quite a few times (so much)
i always leave from the club gettin’ chewed out (d_mn near every morning)
it’s cat rap, them n_ggas never ever blew down (they never have)
b_tch you lyin’ and dyin’, n_ggas blew out (and we popped a few of them n_ggas)
you ain’t got no paper, you lied to the b_tch (lame)
she ain’t never had no wock’, i dropped a line on my d_ck (pew)
you mad as h_ll, wanna slide on some sh_t (oh, you wanna k!ll somethin’?)
relax, i’m tryna get this lil’ b_tch to slide off my d_ck (boy, come get this ho)
[chorus]
b_tch, my wrist workin’ (skrrt), brick servin’ through this b_tch
make sure my stick workin’ (baow), you get murdered in this b_tch
b_tch, my wrist workin’, i’m brick servin’ through this b_tch
b_tch, my (skrrt, skrrt), b_tch, my (skrrt, skrrt, let’s get a what?)

[verse 2]
rule number two, a n_gga ho me, he get knocked off (f_ggot)
rule number one, that n_gga owe me, he get knocked off (f_ggot)
i got a handle on this sh_t, i feel like hot sauce (bah)
i shop at maxfields, b_tch, i don’t wear knockoffs (boy, this the real jersey)
n_ggas like f_ck me (they hate r), think they b_tch f_cked me (think we had s_x)
dirty low budget_ass b_tch can’t touch me (i wouldn’t touch that b_tch)
boy, you don’t spend enough pape’ for you to rush me (yeah)
i’ma have to tax you every zip, you make me bust these (every one)
really they was half way out the door before i touched these (before i had a sale)
see you out in the club and slap your ho ass (smack the sh_t out you)
turn it to an urgent care, the fiends dope sick (pew)
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with your lil’ broke ass (this what we not finna do)
b_tch, i’m finna leave a bullet in your forehead (baow)

[chorus]
b_tch, my wrist workin’ (skrrt, skrrt), brick servin’ through this b_tch
make sure my stick workin’, you get murdered in this b_tch
b_tch, my wrist workin’, i’m brick servin’ through this b_tch
b_tch, my (skrrt, skrrt), b_tch, my (skrrt, skrrt)

[outro]
skrrt, skrrt
(let’s get a bag)

- allstar jr

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