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Wrist Chris Brown Song Lyrics

Wrist Lyrics
by Chris Brown

Wrist, trill, wrist, trill,
Wrist, trill, wrist (drippin' and drippin')
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist (trippin', trippin'...)

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 sip that dirty before
Catch me tipping on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's
Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold with so many women,
Think I'm pimpin' on hoes

'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 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
Oh just forget what I said, I just be thinking out loud
Thinking out loud
Thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? (Yeah) I wanna see your body clearer
Let's think out loud
Think out loud
Got 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

My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40
It's 50 on me, my neck is retarded
Fuck nigga I'm geeked, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get her started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em
Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining, that's them VVS's on me

Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on fours
Thinkin' bout when them hoes used to sleep on me like mattresses
But that's how it go, now I'm gettin' that dough
And I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
(Actually) I got my name off that trappin' shit
But I got the fame off this rappin' shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate

Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, popos tip
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, popos tip


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