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Young Thug - My Wrist Mixed Lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Look at my wrist, look at my fist, look at my bitch, ayy
Look at my whips, lickin' her lips, matchin’ my drip, ayy
Shawty can tell I been gettin' cash by the tips, hey
Look at my Rolls, look at the rims, and they on slicks (Rrr)
Just look at this dime (Look), look at her friends (Ayy)
Look at my bitch, ass and her titties (Ayy)
Shawty couldn't take it (What?), went to lickin’ my lips (Ayy)
Bitch, wait 'til we get to the house, we in back of the Lyft (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse: Young Thug]
Go to the store, get some drinks and some more rubber bands (Yeah, yeah)
I couldn't wait, I went sippin' it out of the can (Yeah)
This is a fetish, I'm keepin' some hotels wherever I'm stayin' (Yeah)
Pockets on lеttuce and radish and blue cheese, no ranch (Yеah)
You want the Patek? (Yes), you gotta run it up (Run it up, run up, woo)
Hand me my bag (Bag), she wanna hold the Hannah Montana (Woo)
I don’t need no tag (Tag), huh, they went with Miley now (Woo)
They want that (They want that), bounce back, they drowned the spot (Yeah)
I was on hype (Hype), Travis Scott, I might (Might)
Never lie or cry (Sike), eat an ounce a night (Night)
I can’t lie, I'm shiesty (Shiesty)
Talked a lot, not signin’ (No signin')
Ace of Spade, gold diamonds (Diamonds)
Michael Jackson in his prime, bitch (Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)