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peso peso - brick on my wrist lyrics
[intro]
yeh, yeh
ayyye, ouu
yeh, yeh
[chorus]
i got a brick on my wrist, i got a brick on my wrist
yeh, yeh, i got a brick on my wrist, i got a brick on my wrist
yeh, yeh, i got a brick on my wrist, i got a brick on my wrist
yeh, yeh
[verse]
i got a brick on my wrist
they like, “how does it feel to be rich?”
yeh, yeh, i got a brick on my wrist
i might pull up on you with a stick
yeh, yeh, i’m driving the wraith rocking cartier (ayyye)
opps, i meant to say bartier
i ain’t worried bout’ no beef cause’ my k!llers one call away
gotta thick lil b_tch finna put on my underwear
got dior on my body from my head to my feet
i you play with my brother then you dead in a week
i got a bust down rollie and my diamonds on freeze
puerto rican b_tch more wet than a beach
off white and bape, i don’t really wear supreme
i might take a percocet, but i don’t f_ck with the lean
i used to post up and sell hard, but now i serve p’s
and if a n_gga f_ck with julo, imma make a n_gga blow up
i got custos’ walking through the front door
yeah, we stacking up hunchos, but we still watching for the undos
and i’m ballin’, but i hawk a n_gga like mutombo
i was trappin’ in the hood now i’m trappin’ out the condo
tell your b_tch quit calling me, she acting like a bug
you was selling outside, we was selling out drugs
gotta play on the road, n_ggas know how it go
i’m finna send lil bro with the packs on the bus
on gang, we stepping on sh_t like the floor
i got 200 racks right now on my dior
i’m outta town, need some backwoods, n_gga where the store at?
g_y ass n_ggas probably hating on the ‘gram, but i ignore it
i got junkies in the halls, got your b_tch on my couch
a lot of traffic at the spot, yeah, they walking in and out
n_gga hating, but he so broke, he can’t buy a ounce
all the money that i got, i forgot that amount
brand new ferrari outside with the doors up n_gga
what you need, i got you just hold up, nig?
got lil kid money, need to grow up n_gga
and if you play with the fam, get smoked lil n_gga
and how could i care what a broke n_gga thank, when i’m rich than a b_tch, walking in and out the bank?
check the forecast, diamonds on my wrist made it rain
all the dirt that i did in the streets, made a name
[chorus]
i got a brick on my wrist, i got a brick on my wrist
yeh, yeh, i got a brick on my wrist, i got a brick on my wrist
yeh, yeh, i got a brick on my wrist, i got a brick on my wrist
yeh, yeh
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