Father

Father - Look At Wrist lyrics

rate me

Look at my

Look at my wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Said she damn wanna keep it uuf

Look what I got

Guess that will be out little secret

Pull that down

Pull that down

Pull that down

Pull that down

Pull that down

Pack after pack all summer

Gas cause I remind her of her Hummer

She remind me a Corolla

High box into the largest window rollin’

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so call 1 million at my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to woop a brick

But I get the gist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so call 1 million at my fist

Look at this

I put it twist

On a pot

As I strum in these shits, legit

While I look at pics

Snap chattin’

Look at bitch

Drop my album, pull my pants down

And I took a piss

On your idea of what you thought

You was about to hear

But when you bought it

Was glad that you got it

And now you'll be bumpin' that shit for a year, year

I am the all mighty banker

Eat a banana

And you’re callin’ my bitch sick

6 cell phones on my hip

Look at this

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so call 1 million at my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to woop a brick

But I get the gist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so call 1 million at my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to woop a brick

But I get the gist

Flip the light switch

I’m seeing in the spot

Getting rocks with the 6

Pop out

Hit the party

Watch it park himself

The shop it is always open

And there’s nothing here on sale

Made him flip from calling tops

Shop a ball

Ramble around the block

Wrist like air1 mix tape

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so call 1 million at my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to woop a brick

But I get the gist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

I want my wrist so call 1 million at my fist

Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

Wrist, wrist, wrist

Never had to woop a brick

But I get the gist

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