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Gold cufflinks fuck cuffs on wrists Gold cufflinks fuck cuffs on wrists Gold cufflinks fuck cuffs on wrists Gold cufflinks fuck cuffs on wrists Bow before the queen ha, not in this lifetime Thoughts black as the death that flow through the pipelines Blick, black like tar, oil slick As long I live, I'll live Gold cufflinks fuck cuffs on wrists Gold cufflinks fuck cuffs on wrists Everythin' on shine look inside homie Shawty gettin' electric when she think it tryna slide on me Mind over matter oh you (mad) I don't mind homie I ain't got the fuckin' time now to shuck and jive homie nah Young Bruce Wayne out the bat cave facts City on my back like my last name, facts Since a lil soldier I been going in Way before only fans, when I was my only fan How am I a thief if I showed my hands? How they gon steal the wave we on stolen land? Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (landslide) Touchdown dance with my hands high (hand side) Tell 'em hit me up, that time (that time) Left wrist check bitch that time I done bodied that, It's a flat line (flat line) Check the polygraph, It's a flat line (flat line) I done bodied that, It's a flat line (flat line) Check the polygraph Left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is (little bitch) Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is (little bitch) Aye hand over the briefcase Hand over the keys or nobody finna leave aye Critics get your lips straight or hop offa my ick-day Thou he put in work he gettin' off like a sick day I don't hear no he say or she say from haters I burn it then I earn it boy I cremate the paper Sonny listen when I'm talking aye Cassius clay Man all these fly boys a plane crash away man Came from the jungles with gorillas and gold diggers Niggas in they feelings they so bitter they hope that We trip and fall down, but nope tell 'em I know better All won nigga we gon get it that's forever, rahh Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (landslide) Touchdown dance with my hands high (hands high) Tell 'em hit me up, that time (that time) Left wrist check bitch that time I done bodied that, It's a flat line (flat line) Check the polygraph, It's a flat line (flat line) I done bodied that, It's a flat line (flat line) Check the polygraph Left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is (little bitch) Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check (aye) You should know what time it is (aye, aye, little bitch) Yuh fuck the coppers, tote the chopper no helicopter I hit this block and made a pretty penny sellin' copper I'm from the bottom bitch you gotta pay me top dollar A drop top a make that top thot a top dropper Shot shooter shit sharpshooter opp dropper Sharp collar neck lit up shot caller Yeah I can't take a risk with a frisk They gon try it cuz we rich from the bricks with a blick, yeah Lefty with the left wrist I'm from the west bitch I was wrestlin' without the ref and got the strength bitch Never met up with a clique without a metal clip clip I was tryna get my weight up so I never skipped gym I know that optimally every cop a opp to me But I would hit the lady cop from NYPD Riding w a cocked semi yellin', fuck cop city Keep a knot for who wit me fuck whoever not wit me (like yuh) Beatin' these hoes by a landslide (landslide) Touchdown dance with my hands high (hand side) Tell 'em hit me up, that time (that time) Left wrist check bitch that time I done bodied that, It's a flat line (flat line) Check the polygraph, It's a flat line (flat line) I done bodied that, It's a flat line (flat line) Check the polygraph Left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is (little bitch) Left, left, left wrist check, left wrist check You should know what time it is (little bitch)
Writer(s): Bobby Wootem, Edward Kenneth Green Jr, Rafeal Brown, Alexander M Goose, Oluwatobi Ajibolade, Daniele Luppi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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