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Offset & Mango - Wrist Thunderstorm
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INTERPRÉTATION
Offset
Offset
Chant
Mango
Mango
Chant
Slade Da Monsta
Slade Da Monsta
Programmation
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Paroles/Composition
Marcus Slade
Marcus Slade
Paroles/Composition
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Paroles/Composition
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Slade Da Monsta
Slade Da Monsta
Production
Na$cent
Na$cent
Co‑production
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Ingénierie de mixage
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Stephen "Dotcom" Farrow
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Okay, hey Wrist thunderstorm, yeah Javi, don't wanna see prone I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang) Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope) Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah) Suicide door like I'm slitting my wrist (slit, wrist) Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash) Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey) We fiend for the cash we get (cash) Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt) Double my millions and flip Double my cup when I'm pourin' a fifth (mud) Dreams of counting a mil (dreams) When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real) Fiends all up in my ear (fiends) Ask for the dope I ain't served in years (Offset) Fashion, bitch I'm Mike Jackson (Mike) Patek, the diamonds do backflips (woo) Spike, the Louboutins cactus (spike) Fishtail the coupe with no traction (skrt) Takin' your bitch, I kidnap shit (c'mon) Whack shit, clap shit, tactics (whack) Private the plane, up my status (private) It's only a quarter in the mattress (quarter) Speed racing (speed) Bentley big B from the basement (Big B) Hide and go seek with the K (hide and seek) Put the fire in your mouth, you can face it (fire) Nigga quit leasing the Wraith (lease) Feel it numb my teeth with the glacier (hah) Whole forty-three on a bracelet (bracelet) Know I'm in the streets drip naked (hah) Survived, just look in my eyes (eyes) V12, back seat the massage (12) We deep the game like a try Fuckin' your bitch in my eye (smash) Squeeze the lemon, it's out (squeeze) Smellin' like pile of flowers (oh) Taste it, now it's devoured (ah) Leave your ass stank like a coward (stank) Wrist thunderstorm, yeah Javi, don't wanna see prone I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang) Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope) Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah) Suicide door like I'm slitting my wrist (slit, wrist) Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash) Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey) We fiend for the cash we get (cash) Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt) Double my millions and flip Double my cup when I'm pourin' a fifth (mud) Dreams of counting a mil (dreams) When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real) Fiends all up in my ear (fiends) Ask for the dope I ain't served in years (Offset) I know some niggas that's servin' some years Got so much ice on my neck give me chills My bitch is so bad she don't look like she real You sip out the bottle, I'm poppin' the seal We pull out in foreigns, the engine the rear I put a whole brick of ice in my ear Smokin' on loud, I can't even hear We shoot up the crowd, this shit can get serious I work a move, I put it in plastic I work the Uzi movin' through traffic I got a bank account inside the mattress We do not think it out, we gon' and smash it Young nigga still sellin' work, trap out the church When we hit the trap it's bag alert I can't even get in the door first Pick up the bitch with a chauffeur Light up my wrist like the first Diamonds water, you could surf Groupie bitches get the curve Killing shit, I'm on a purge Pockets filled up like it's Sherman Spending more than what you earning Wrist on Hurricane Irma Wrist thunderstorm, yeah Javi, don't wanna see prone I kick your bitch out the gang, she get hung (gang) Hold that shit down, she got dope in her thong (dope) Yeah, yeah, pull up too quick (yeah) Suicide door like I'm slitting my wrist (slit, wrist) Fuck off my name lil' bitch (smash) Kill the pussy then bury the bitch (hey, hey) We fiend for the cash we get (cash) Kel-Tec, beam with a plastic clip (brrt) Double my millions and flip Double my cup when I'm pourin' a fifth (mud) Dreams of counting a mil (dreams) When I had woke up I had 'em for real (for real) Fiends all up in my ear (fiends) Ask for the dope I ain't served in years (Offset)
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kiari Cephus, Miles Parks Mccollum, Marcus Darnell Slade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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