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Cuddle My Wrist Lyrics By Future

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    cuddle my wrist cucucuddle my wrist
    cuddle my bitch cucucuddle my bit’
    cuddle my wrist cuddle my wrist
    cuddle my cu
    cuddle my cuddle

    cuddle my wrist cuddle my bitch cuddle my wrist
    cuddle my bitch cuddle my wrist cuddle my wrist

    refrain
    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 kit 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 dealers 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 fouroh 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 the baguettes
    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

    fiftyfive 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 nothin’ ’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 tucked
    ice out the hittas my cuts up
    yellow gold presi it bust up
    young nigga already pushed the ferrari
    i came in with the head off
    jumbo patek gon’ crush your career
    all these wheels got dust on the wheel
    so many foreigns a car dealership
    poured up my cup when i hopped on the lear
    drippin’ severe the god is here
    dic’s in here i got chartered here

    refrain
    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

    Artist: Future

    Year: 2018

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 275