Future - Cuddle My Wrist lyrics

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Future - Cuddle My Wrist lyrics

Zaytoven Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist Cuddle my b**h, cu-cu-cuddle my bit' Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist Cuddle my, cu- Cuddle my, cuddle Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my b**h, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my b**h, 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 a** fat n***a wanna play with the murda squad f** 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 p**y a** n***as don't call no threat I'm a big dog, you ain't nothin' but a pet Weak a** n***a 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 b**h, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my b**h, 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, n***a I can't talk to you nothin' 'bout the raw I heard you seen a n***a get flatline You better not tell them none what you saw Soon as I drop, I got flexed up f** all that drama, got heat up I stop that hitta, my cuts up [?] go crazy, it bust up Young n***a already pushed the Ferrari I came in with the head off Jumbo Patek got [?] 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 Drippin' 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 a** fat n***a wanna play with the murda squad f** around, I had to call up Scratch Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my b**h, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my b**h, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist