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Yeat & Young Thug My Wrist

[Intro: Yeat, Young Thug & Jamie Foxx]
(Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah, [?], ack)
Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ([?])
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (I got beans, I got [?])
Ooh, ooh, yee, woo, ack

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Look at my wrist, look at my fist, look at my bitch, ayy
Look at my whips, lickin' her lips, matchin' my drip, ayy
Shawty can tell I been gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (Woah)
Just look at this dime (Look), look at her friends (Ayy)
Look at my bitch, ass and her titties (Ayy)
Shawty couldn't take it (What?), went to licking my lips (Ayy)
Bitch, wait 'til we get to the house, we ain't back on the Lyft (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Go to the store, get some drinks and some more rubberbands (Yeah, yeah)
I couldn't wait, I was sippin' it out of the can (Yeah)
Bitch is so fatty, I'm keepin' some hotels wherever I'm stayin' (Yeah)
Pockets on lettuce and radish and blue cheese, no ranch (Yeah)
You want the Patek? (Yes), you gotta run it up (Run it up, run up, woo)
Hand me my bag (Bag), she wanna hold the Hannah Montana (Woo)
Only no tag (Tag), huh, they wonder where Miley's at (Woo)
They want that (They want that, they want that) bounce back, they drowned the spot (Yeah)
I was on hype (Hype), Travis Scott, I might (Might)
Never lie or cry (Sike), eat a ounce a night (Night)
I can't lie, I'm shiesty (Shiesty), talked a lot, not signin' (No signin')
Ace of Spade, gold diamonds (Diamonds), Michael Jackson in his prime, bitch, and I'm here (Hee)

[Verse 2: Yeat & Young Thug]
Look at my wrist (Ooh), look at my bitch (Woo, uh-huh)
Sometimes they kiss, yeah (Woo, uh-huh, yeah)
I'm screamin', "I told you" (Woo, huh, woo)
I'm screamin', "They with me," yeah (Woo)
Pull up in mosh pit on rock shit, got hot (Woo)
I'm in London with that shank on me, get you sliced up (Slice, slice)
My money enormous, it's not normal, it's so tall (Tall, yeah)
And f..ck what you said, you a lil' bitch, you can't come ball
Had the game deep, suck it again, you took it and lost
I was just dripped, shoppin', lil' bitch, now you at the Ross (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I was just swervin' the double R, the yanky, the bih', I decide it costs (Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Had enough money to f..ck, big time Ms, bitch, I'm the boss (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Threw it to the ceilin', lit with a bitch, yeah-yeah, muhfucker lost
Everyone ridin' with me is rich as f..ck 'cause I put my dawgs
Look at my wrist, look at my wrist, this bitch has diamonds, VVSs
This bitch is smackin', hittin' every season (Woo)
What would you say, lil' bitch? I'm Perky fiendin', Perky dreamin'
Ridin' around this bitch (Ooh), I feel like Perky demon (Woo)
[Interlude: Young Thug]
Woo, uh-huh, woo, uh-huh (Hee)
Woo, uh-huh, uh-huh (Shee)
Woo, uh-huh

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Look at my wrist, look at my fist, look at my bitch, ayy
Look at my whips, lickin' her lips, matchin' my drip, ayy
Shawty can tell I been gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (Woah)
Just look at this dime (Look), look at her friends (Ayy)
Look at my bitch, ass and her titties (Ayy)
Shawty couldn't take it (What?), went to licking my lips (Ayy)
Bitch, wait 'til we get to the house, we ain't back on the Lyft (Yeah, yeah)

[Outro: Young Thug]
Woo, uh-huh, woo, uh-huh (Hee)
Woo, uh-huh, uh-huh (Shee)
Woo, uh-huh
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