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Fecha de emisión: 10.10.2006
Restricciones de edad: 18+
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Work Ya Wrist |
The difference between a pimp and a street nigga dog |
Is a pimp nigga work his bitch |
A trapper work the trap, a pimp work the track |
But a street nigga works his wrist |
Work ya wrist then, well work ya wrist then |
I get my wrist game on cause my wrist game strong |
And my wrist flexible like I broke my wrist bone |
I got muscles in my wrist, cause the 4 touched the pad |
I can’t count every play I use different rubber bands |
Red means 30 stacks blue means 10 packs |
When I say Imma skreet nigga bitch I mean that |
Hold up, Hold up, this shit won’t cake up |
80 thousand dollar profits so I bought a Jacob |
Yeeaahhh, yeah that’s my favorite word |
Hit a plug with the herb and connected with the bird |
He hurt he know homey where ya been dog? |
Ain’t no sense in callin' Gucci less yer buying 10 dog |
I crossed 10 state lines just to bring the pack here |
Go’n fill ya W-2s out cause I’m taxin' |
I’ll pay for that ass I ain’t never been a mack |
But ya front me a pack, I’ll bring that money back |
Gotta stay fresh, all white tee |
Dark Gucci lokez so the boy can’t see |
Triple beam scales, 5 for the pound, 12 for the Q-P, it’s goin down |
Yeeahh, and I’m sick wit it I got major cake |
And I blow 50 Gs on a rainy day |
I got hard white, I’m with Gucci Mane |
We fuckin 50 hoes cause they some Gucci fans |
There’s a stack dirty, there’s a plaque dirty |
His jeans cut and his slacks dirty |
Blowin bubble gum, we gettin blew down |
Like it’s Mardi Gras, we got the top down |
Imma chef too, name Dough Boy |
Call me Boston, Georgia, or just blow boy |
Fucked a bitch who’s gettin stacked |
Keep it moving less you movin' this pack |
Whatcha say Gucci? |
I was thinking out loud |
Bout what? |
Sellin whole better break the shit down |
Sackin Gary Payton I was gonna buy T-O |
Sat 24, a whole, 80 country «Whoa-flow» |
I got 30 bricks sold add 60 mounds of gold |
Im the same way in case yer baby mobile wanna snow |
D-boy swag mane, shawty that’s what I got |
Got that Larry Bird yay, and it’s jumpin out the pot |
You be down motherfucker cause you know I’m too hot |
Sick wrist game dawg I ain’t talkin bout my watch |
Want a chain like mine, but ya can’t afford the price |
You can call me frigidaire because I pack a lotta ice |
You can spin the world like the Earth on it’s axis |
I’m gainin' wait dawg just like a fat bitch |
Gotta mean with some pea, wanna learn just watch |
Nigga, red stop sign nigga roll kush stop |