Listen to Wrist (feat. Solo Lucci) by Chris Brown

Wrist (feat. Solo Lucci)

Chris Brown

R&B/Soul

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Solo Lucci
Solo Lucci
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Songwriter
Floyd Bentley
Floyd Bentley
Songwriter
Lyrica Anderson
Lyrica Anderson
Songwriter
Michael Dorsey
Michael Dorsey
Songwriter
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Bobby Joseph Turner, Jr.
Songwriter
Caleb Nordelus
Caleb Nordelus
Songwriter
Michael "Tecknics" Hernandez
Michael "Tecknics" Hernandez
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Engineer
Maddox Chhim
Maddox Chhim
Assistant Engineer
Khemasis
Khemasis
Producer
The MeKanics
The MeKanics
Producer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Wrist, trill, wrist, trill Wrist, trill, wrist, drippin' and drippin' Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip Wrist drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin', drippin, drippin' My wrist 'bout 30 below Why would I be worried 'bout hoes? (Why would?) And if you ain't ever leanin', swervin' in traffic You ain't feel that dirty before Catch me tippin' on fours Diamond drippin', prolly sippin' on fours Ferragamo slippers dipped 'em in gold With so many women, think I'm pimpin' them hoes 'Cause my wrist still drippin', four-fours tip still tip In the cut with my hittas (Gang) No, they do not miss I'm a champagne pourin' nigga I love big asses and tits (Show me them tits) And if you're here just to witness, I just just promise this On my wrist (Skrt, skrt), tip, four (Four), tip Wrist, drip (Drip), four-fours tip On my wrist (Wrist), tip (Tip), four (Four), tip (Tip) Wrist (Wrist), drip (Drip), four-fours tip (Drippin', drippin', drippin') No he not ballin' like us Who the fuck he think he is? (He a lame ass boy, nigga) 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 Or 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) Girl my wrist doin' 85 in a 35, 35, 35 Wrist, tip, four (Oh), tip (On my wrist) Wrist, drip, four-fours tip (Oh) On my wrist, tip (Hold it), four, tip Wrist, drip (Oh my), four-fours tip (Skrt, skrt) My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40 It's 50 on me, my neck is retarded But nigga I'm geeked, my bitch is a baller But she from the streets, so don't get us started Handcuffs like I got arrested homie Ferragamo's on me got me flexin' on 'em Mud, mud, got all these taxes on me Diamonds shinin' that's for VVS' 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 (Calculus) I got my name off that trappin' shit But I got the fame out this rappin' and shit Now my watch and my chain is immaculate Bitch, go 'head, look at my Wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my) Wrist, drip (Oh my), four-fours tip (Oh my) On my wrist, tip (Oh my), four, tip (Oh my) (Wrist) Wrist, drip (Oh my), four-fours tip (Oh my) On my wrist, tip, four tip (Oh my) Wrist, drip, 44's tip
Writer(s): Christopher Maurice Brown, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Lyrica Nasha Anderson, Darien Michael Dorsey, Michael F. Hernandez, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Irvin Devine Whitlow, Bobby Joseph Turner Jr., Caleb Nordelus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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