Letra de Wrist (Feat. Solo Lucci) - Chris Brown
Letra de canci�n de Wrist (Feat. Solo Lucci) de Chris Brown lyrics
[Solo Lucci & Chris Brown]
Wrist, trill, wrist, trill
Wrist, trill, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist
Trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin', trippin, trippin'
[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 feel that dirty before
Kept me tipping on four, diamond trippin'
Prolly sippin' on four
Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold
With so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoe
[Chris Brown]
Cause my wrist still drippin', popo 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 just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
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
Or just forget what I said, I just be thinkin' out loud
Thinking out loud, thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? (Yeah)
I wanna see your body clearer
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Let's think out loud (Think out loud)
Girl my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
[Solo Lucci]
My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40
Got 50 on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo's on me got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining that's for VVS' only
Leanin' off activis, tippin' on four
Thinkin' 'bout when you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go
I'm gettin' that dough ain't about
To count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit
But I got the fame out this rappin' and shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate
[Chris Brown]
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
Wrist, trill, wrist, trill
Wrist, trill, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist
Trippin', trippin', trippin', trippin'
Trippin', trippin', trippin, trippin'
[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 feel that dirty before
Kept me tipping on four, diamond trippin'
Prolly sippin' on four
Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold
With so many women, think I'm pimpin' on hoe
[Chris Brown]
Cause my wrist still drippin', popo 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 just promise this
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
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
Or just forget what I said, I just be thinkin' out loud
Thinking out loud, thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? (Yeah)
I wanna see your body clearer
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/wrist--feat--solo-lucci--chris-brown.php
Let's think out loud (Think out loud)
Girl my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
[Solo Lucci]
My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40
Got 50 on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo's on me got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining that's for VVS' only
Leanin' off activis, tippin' on four
Thinkin' 'bout when you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go
I'm gettin' that dough ain't about
To count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit
But I got the fame out this rappin' and shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate
[Chris Brown]
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
