ILoveMakonnen

Look At Wrist
Yeah, yeah, yeah look at god! (x3) (wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist) Said she didn't wanna keep it Look at God! Guess that will be our little secret... Hold that down (hold that back) (x4) Pack after pack all summer Gas guzzler I remind her of her hummer She remind me of Corolla Hot boxing in the middle of August windows rolled up Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Never had to whip a brick but I get the gist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist My wrists done turned so cold My arm got runny nose I flip it for the high and get it for the low I'm booked for all these shows I cook for all these hoes SongtexteWe turned a neighborhood kitchen into a 5 star stove Super chef Makonnen might sprinkle serotonin Be careful when you rolling because my wrist so goddamn potent Oh bitch is you snoring? Will wake up in the morning Because wrist game stupid And the wrist be going like Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Never had to whip a brick but I get the gist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist Ok, I hurt my fucking wrist tryna jizz on your bitch I hurt my fucking wrist doing donuts in the six Hey wrist, wrist, wrist man I hurt my fucking wrist Pulling risk, man you wouldn't understand about this shit If I catch a opp I'mma catch a opp It ain't shit I ain't from the Chi, this Atlantastan Boy that's it Man I'm outside Man I'm outside With my old ass Shit look sad Man pull up, your fucking pants Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Boy like im hooping hey Wrist, wrist wrist Catch your girl if you're losing hey Wrist, wrist, wrist All my niggas ready for jail Wrist, wrist, wrist But none of us is going to hell Repent! Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Never had to whip a brick but I get the gist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist Wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist I want my wrists so cold pneumonia in my fist Aus Songtexte Mania