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Young Thug - Put It On Your Wrist Lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, church voice, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, you dig?
Huh, huh huh
With you, I'm right
Mmm, ayy
Wheezy Beats
Slatt

[Chorus]
Gon' and take some links up out that bitch
Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss
Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch
Let me suck that clit, baby, let me suck them tits
Gon' and, gon' and take some, take some links up out that bitch
Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss
Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch
Put it on your tit, let me put it on your lips

[Verse 1]
Shawty got Versace speedos on
All we know is ball, ball, ball, chemo, holmes
Spendin' money on each other, yeah, ping pong
Woah, woah, ape shit, YSL, King Kong
Gonna love the tall conversation, woah, woah
Bitch, we get it on, confrontations, woah, woah
When the door ajar, just go spray it, woah, woah
Let the room be dark, gotta cover, call 'em, woah
Wheezy Beats that raw, all these bitches kick it in
Walked inside the room and seen the light hittin' through the lens
Man, don't play that bull with none of these bitches, none of these niggas
It's hard to say "Sorry" when you dealin' with a kingpin
[Chorus]
Gon' and take some links up out that bitch
Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss
Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch
Let me suck that clit, baby, let me suck them tits
Gon' and, gon' and take some, take some links up out that bitch
Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss
Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch
Put it on your tit, let me put it on your lips

[Verse 2]
Ayy, bitch, I'm a martian, I think I lost it
I just got a foreign, put the D's on the car
Nigga, stop playin' 'fore we feed you to the sharks
Left hand steering and the other one doin' it [?]
One wrist livin' lovely and the other one livin' large
Droppin' the pin, pull up
And I put that on Allah
You fuck niggas done made it war
So fuck it, shoot up all the cars
You better have your money ready, lil' bitch
And you better have straps 'fore we charge
You better have hunnid rounds with every boy
You better have racks with 'em, boy
I spent me some racks on my T
I'm straight up, she tryna leave
I'm ballin' like I'm Rasheed
I'm thinkin' 'bout goin' to the league
I pull up beside the street
Don't make me pull up on that Jeep
These niggas gon' do it for free
But I'd rather give 'em some G's
[Chorus]
Gon' and take some links up out that bitch
Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss
Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch
Let me suck that clit, baby, let me suck them tits
Gon' and, gon' and take some, take some links up out that bitch
Put it on your wrist, watch that motherfucker gliss
Down, boogie boogie, down down with your bitch
Put it on your tit, let me put it on your lips