CUDDLE MY WRIST

Lyrics

Zaytoven
 Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist
 Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit'
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 Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
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 Cuddle my, cu-
 Cuddle my, cuddle
 Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
 Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
 I got that monkey on my back
 I walk around with 500 racks
 I keep the city on my shoulders
 Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks
 I put a kid on a Bentayga
 Dr. Miami, the ass fat
 Nigga wanna play with the murda squad
 Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch
 Goyard as soon as the bag got packed
 Zone 6, sure, I ain't showing no slack
 Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max
 Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch
 Real dope dudes don't hang around rats
 Four by four, sitting taller than a 'Lac
 Margiela on my toes, sittin' way in the back
 Canary yellow gold, Rollie and a Mac
 Glock four-oh, plastic gat
 VV coated, sitting on my chest
 Pussy ass niggas don't call no threat
 I'm a big dog, you ain't nothin' but a pet
 Weak ass nigga boutta run outta check
 Tryna keep up, better step up your neck
 Had to eat it up when I caught up against
 Snackin' on me, it ain't nothin' to address
 Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
 Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
 Fifty-five mil' on my carats
 I never had to go in the vault
 Fishscale when you speak my status
 Future already done picked up the phone
 We on a regular line, nigga
 I can't talk to you nothing 'bout the raw
 I heard you seen a nigga get flatline
 You better not tell them none what you saw
 Soon as I drop, I got flexed up
 Fuck all that drama, got heat up
 I stop that hitta, my cuts up
 Y'all go crazy, it bust up
 Young nigga already pushed the Ferrari
 I came in with the head off
 Jumbo Patek got his crushed career
 All these wheels, got dust on the wheel
 So many foreigns, a car doesn't show it
 Poured up my cup when I hopped on the Lear
 Dripping severe, the guard is here
 Dixon here, I got chartered here
 I got that monkey on my back
 I walk around with 500 racks
 I keep the city on my shoulders
 Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks
 I put a kid on a Bentayga
 Dr. Miami, the ass fat
 Nigga wanna play with the murda squad
 Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch
 Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
 Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
11
Tempo
125 BPM

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