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Wrist
Chris Brown
03:14
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[Intro: Solo Lucci & Chris Brown]
Wrist drip, wrist dip,
Wrist drip, wrist drippin' and drippin',
Wrist skrr, skrr, tip, four tip, wrist
Drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin'.

[Verse 1:]
[Solo Lucci:]
My wrist 'bout 30 below, why would I be worried 'bout hoes?
And if you ain't ever leanin', swervin' in traffic, you ain't sip that dirty before.
Catch me tippin' on 4's, diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on 4's,
Ferragamo slippers, dipped 'em in gold, with so many women think I'm pimpin' on hoes.
[Chris Brown:]
‘Cause my wrist still drippin', 44's still tip,
In the cut with my hittas, no, they do not miss.
I'm a champagne pourin' nigga, I love big asses and tits.
Show me them tities!
And if you're here just to witness, I just promise this.

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Hold my wrist, tip, four tip,
Wrist, drip, 44's tip,
Hold my wrist, tip, four tip,
Wrist drip, 44's tip.

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
No, he not ballin' like us, who the fuck he think he is?
You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we live.
Pull up with the drug dealers!
You should just come on the bed, I should just fuck you right now,
Oh, just forget what I said, I just be thinkin' out loud,
Thinkin' out loud, thinkin' out loud.
Can I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearer,
Let's think out loud, think out loud,
Got my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35.

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Hold my wrist, tip, four tip,
Wrist, drip, 44's tip,
Hold my wrist, tip, four tip,
Wrist drip, 44's tip.

[Verse 3: Solo Lucci]
My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40,
It's 50 on me, my neck is retarded.
Fuck nigga, I'm geeked, my bitch is a baler,
But she from the streets so don't get her started.
Handcuffs like I got arrested, homie,
Ferragamo's on me, got me flexin' on 'em,
Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me,
Diamonds shinin', that's them VVS's on me.
Leanin' off Activis, tippin' on fours,
Thinkin' bout when them hoes used to sleep on me like mattresses,
But that's how it go, now I'm gettin' that dough,
And I'm 'bout to count up like it's calculus.
Actually I got my name off that trappin' shit,
But I got the fame off this rappin' shit,
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate.

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Hold my wrist, tip, four tip,
Wrist, drip, 44's tip,
Hold my wrist, tip, four tip,
Wrist drip, 44's tip.

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