Back to Top

Chris Brown - Wrist Lyrics



Chris Brown - Wrist Lyrics
Official




Wrist, drip, wrist, drip
Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr, tip, four tip, wrist
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'

My wrist 'bout thirty 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', 44's 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, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip

No, he not ballin' like us, who the f*ck 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 f*ck 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, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip

My wrist thirty below, it cost about forty
It's fifty on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us 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 for VVS' only
Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on four, thinkin' 'bout winter how you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go, I'm gettin' that dough and I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit but I got the fame out this rappin' shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate

Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's, tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


English

Wrist, drip, wrist, drip
Wrist, drip, wrist, drippin' and drippin'
Wrist skrr, skrr, tip, four tip, wrist
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'

My wrist 'bout thirty 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', 44's 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, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip

No, he not ballin' like us, who the f*ck 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 f*ck 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, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's tip

My wrist thirty below, it cost about forty
It's fifty on me, my neck is retarded
But nigga I don't get it, my bitch is a baller
But she from the streets so don't get us 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 for VVS' only
Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on four, thinkin' 'bout winter how you just sleep on it like mattresses
But that's how it go, I'm gettin' that dough and I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus
I got my name out that trappin' shit but I got the fame out this rappin' shit
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate

Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist drip, 44's, tip
On my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44's tip
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Bobby Turner Jr., Caleb Nordelus, Christopher Brown, Christopher Dotson, Floyd Bentley, Lucci Solo, Lyirca Anderson, Michael Hernandez
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Back to: Chris Brown




Chris Brown - Wrist Video
(Show video at the top of the page)

Tags:
No tags yet