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[Intro] Zaytoven Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit' Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist Cuddle my, cu- Cuddle my, cuddle [Chorus] 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 kid on a Bentayga Dr. Miami, the ass fat Nigga wanna play with the murda squad Fuck around, I had to call up scratch [Verse 1] 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 racks Four by four, sitting taller than a 'Lac [?], weigh it back Canary yellow gold, Rollie and a Mac Glock four-oh, 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 up against Snackin' on me, it ain't nothin' to address [Chorus] Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist [Verse 2] Fifty-five mil' on my carats I never had to go and move on Fishscale when you speak my status Future already don't pick up the phone We on a regular line, nigga I can't talk 'bout nothin' at all I heard y'all nigga get flatline You better not tell the man what you saw Soon as I drop, I got flinched up Fuck all that drama, got heat up I stop that hitta, my cuts up Y'all to go crazy and bust up Young nigga already purchased Ferrari I came in with the head off Jumbo panty gon' crush a career 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 [Refrain] I got this 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 Down to Miami, the ass fat Nigga wanna play with the murda squad Fuck around, I had to call up scratch [Chorus] Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
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