Letra Cuddle my wrist - Future
[Intro]
Zaytoven
Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit?
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my, cu-
Cuddle my, cuddle
[Chorus]
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
[Refrain]
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
F*** around, I had to call up Scratch
[Verse 1]
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 ni*** 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
[Chorus]
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
[Verse 2]
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, ni***
I can?t talk to you nothin? ?bout the raw
I heard you seen a ni*** get flatline
You better not tell them none what you saw
Soon as I drop, I got flexed up
F*** all that drama, got heat up
I stop that hitta, my cuts up
(?) go crazy, it bust up
Young ni*** already pushed the Ferrari
I came in with the head off
Jumbo Patek gon? crush your career
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
[Refrain]
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
F*** around, I had to call up Scratch
[Chorus]
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist