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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeCuddle My Wrist
ZaytovenCuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wristCuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit'Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wristCuddle my, cuCuddle my, cuddleCuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wristCuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wristI got that monkey on my backI walk around with 500 racksI keep the city on my shoulders, carry it 'round like a bag of stacksI put a kid on a BentaygaDr. Miami, the ass fatNigga wanna play with the murda squadFuck around, I had to call up ScratchGoyard as soon as the bag got packedZone 6, sure, I ain't showing no slackNever been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the maxLean in my liver, I've been taking good batchReal dope dudes don't hang around ratsFour by four, sitting taller than a 'LacMargiela on my toes, sittin' way in the backCanary yellow gold, Rollie and a MacGlock four-oh, plastic gatVv coated, sitting on my chestPussy ass niggas don't call no threatI'm a big dog, you ain't nothin' but a petWeak ass nigga boutta run outta checkTryna keep up, better step up your neckHad to eat it up when I caught up againstSnackin' on me, it ain't nothin' to addressCuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wristCuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wristFifty-five mil' on my caratsI never had to go in the vaultFishscale when you speak my statusFuture already done picked up the phoneWe on a regular line, niggaI can't talk to you nothin' 'bout the rawI heard you seen a nigga get flatlineYou better not tell them none what you sawSoon as I drop, I got flexed upFuck all that drama, got the heat tuckIce out the hittas, my cuts upYellow gold Presi, it bust upYoung nigga already pushed the FerrariI came in with the head offJumbo Patek gon' crush your careerAll these wheels, got dust on the wheelSo many foreigns, a car dealershipPoured up my cup when I hopped on the LearDrippin' severe, the God is hereDic's in here, I got chartered hereI got that monkey on my backI walk around with 500 racksI keep the city on my shoulders, carry it 'round like a bag of stacksI put a kid on a BentaygaDr. Miami, the ass fatNigga wanna play with the murda squadFuck around, I had to call up ScratchCuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wristCuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
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