Correction Paroles Brick on My Wrist par Peso Peso

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Yeh, yeh
Ayyye, ouu
Yeh, yeh

I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh

I got a brick on my wrist
They like, "How does it feel to be rich?"
Yeh, yeh, I got a brick on my wrist
I might pull up on you with a stick
Yeh, yeh, I'm driving the Wraith rocking Cartier (Ayyye)
Opps, I meant to say Bartier
I ain't worried bout' no beef cause' my killers one call away
Gotta thick lil b*t*h finna put on my underwear
Got Dior on my body from my head to my feet
I you play with my brother then you dead in a week
I got a bust down Rollie and my diamonds on freeze
Puerto Rican b*t*h more wet than a beach
Off White and Bape, I don't really wear Supreme
I might take a percocet, but I don't f**k with the lean
I used to post up and sell hard, but now I serve P's
And if a n***a f**k with Julo, imma make a n***a blow up
I got custos' walking through the front door
Yeah, we stacking up hunchos, but we still watching for the undos
And I'm ballin', but I hawk a n***a like Mutombo
I was trappin' in the hood now I'm trappin' out the condo
Tell your b*t*h quit calling me, she acting like a bug
You was selling outside, we was selling out drugs
Gotta play on the road, n***as know how it go
I'm finna send lil bro with the packs on the bus
On gang, we stepping on sh*t like the floor
I got 200 racks right now on my Dior
I'm outta town, need some Backwoods, n***a where the store at?
Gay ass n***as probably hating on the 'Gram, but I ignore it
I got junkies in the halls, got your b*t*h on my couch
A lot of traffic at the spot, yeah, they walking in and out
n***a hating, but he so broke, he can't buy a ounce
All the money that I got, I forgot that amount
Brand new Ferrari outside with the doors up n***a
What you need, I got you just hold up, n***a?
Got lil kid money, need to grow up n***a
And if you play with the fam, get smoked lil n***a
And how could I care what a broke n***a thank, when I'm rich than a b*t*h, walking in and out the bank?
Check the forecast, diamonds on my wrist made it rain
All the dirt that I did in the streets, made a name

I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh
I got a brick on my wrist, I got a brick on my wrist
Yeh, yeh

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