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Artiste : Future
Titre : Cuddle my Wrist
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

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

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

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 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 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

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

Fifty-five 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 up
I stop that hitta, my cuts up
[?] go crazy, it bust up
Young nigga already pushed the Ferrari
I came in with the head off
Jumbo Patek got [?]
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

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