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Wrist Video (MV)




Performed By: YRS ŁIMITZ
Length: 2:03
Written by: Johnny Wright




YRS ŁIMITZ - Wrist Lyrics




Woah, wait, yuh
I'm gon talk my shit
Pull up and flood out my wrist
I want the money no bitch
I want the money no bitch hop out the coupe and I flex like this
I got the Louis Vuitton, copped me the AP, 100 my arm
Gucci on my headband
Fendi's what I step in
If I got girls with me they prolly some 11s
Told me she's a model so I had to let it set in
She's got a fat ass and I said it came from heaven
Bimmer m4 and you know I'm bout a floor it
Tryna stunt on me but I already wore it
Wait, wha
Poppin a X then I'm gone, f*ckin your hoe to my
Song, makin' these hits all night long yeah
Limitz I know I haven't been the best lately
But is there any way you could forgive me I think
About you every day and I need you in my life
I don't want you no just leave me alone
Woah, wait, yuh
I'm gon talk my shit
Pull up and flood out my wrist
I want the money no bitch
I want the money no bitch hop out the coupe and I
Flex like this
I got the Louis Vuitton, copped me the AP, 100 my arm
Call me what u want but I ain't gon pull no triggers
F*ck fake friends got blue Benjamins
Riding in the mazzi then I hop out skirt the Benz
Only people I trust are the dead presidents
Fiji water drip got the agua on my wrist
When I shoot my shot I am never gonna miss
Xanny family yuh
Poppin a X then I'm gone, f*ckin your hoe to my
Song, makin' these hits all night long yeah
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Woah, wait, yuh
I'm gon talk my shit
Pull up and flood out my wrist
I want the money no bitch
I want the money no bitch hop out the coupe and I flex like this
I got the Louis Vuitton, copped me the AP, 100 my arm
Gucci on my headband
Fendi's what I step in
If I got girls with me they prolly some 11s
Told me she's a model so I had to let it set in
She's got a fat ass and I said it came from heaven
Bimmer m4 and you know I'm bout a floor it
Tryna stunt on me but I already wore it
Wait, wha
Poppin a X then I'm gone, f*ckin your hoe to my
Song, makin' these hits all night long yeah
Limitz I know I haven't been the best lately
But is there any way you could forgive me I think
About you every day and I need you in my life
I don't want you no just leave me alone
Woah, wait, yuh
I'm gon talk my shit
Pull up and flood out my wrist
I want the money no bitch
I want the money no bitch hop out the coupe and I
Flex like this
I got the Louis Vuitton, copped me the AP, 100 my arm
Call me what u want but I ain't gon pull no triggers
F*ck fake friends got blue Benjamins
Riding in the mazzi then I hop out skirt the Benz
Only people I trust are the dead presidents
Fiji water drip got the agua on my wrist
When I shoot my shot I am never gonna miss
Xanny family yuh
Poppin a X then I'm gone, f*ckin your hoe to my
Song, makin' these hits all night long yeah
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Writer: Johnny Wright
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