Lyrics

Chris Brown – Wrist ft. Solo Lucci Lyrics

(Intro – Solo Lucci & Chris Brown)
Wrist, drip, wrist, dip
Wrist, drip, wrist, dripping and dripping
Wrist skrr, skrr tip, four tip, wrist
Dripping, dripping, dripping, dripping, dripping, dripping, dripping, dripping

(Verse 1 – Solo Lucci)
My wrist bout 30 below, why would I be worried bout hoes?
And if you ain’t ever leaning, swerving in traffic, you ain’t sip that dirty before
Catch me tipping on 4’s, diamond dripping, prolly sipping on 4’s
Ferragamo slippers dipped em in gold with so many women, think I’m pimping on hoes

(Verse 2 – Chris Brown)
Cause my wrist still dripping, 44’s still tip
In the cut with my hittas, no they do not miss
I’m a champagne pouring ni**a, I love big asses and tits, Show me them tities
And if you’re here just to witness, I just promise this

(Chorus – Chris Brown)
Hold my wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44’s tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44’s tip

(Verse 3 – Chris Brown)
No he not balling like us, who the f*** he think he is?
You gotta come to my city, you gotta see how we livePu, ll up with the drug dealers
You should just come on the bed, I should just f**k you right now
Oh just forget what I said, I just be thinking out loud
Thinking out loud, thinking out loud
Can I hit in the mirror? Yeah, I wanna see your body clearer
Let’s think out loud, think out loud
Got my wrist doing 85 in a 35, 35, 35

(Chorus – Chris Brown)
Wrist, tip, four, tip
Wrist, drip, 44’s tip
On my wrist, tip, four tip
Wrist drip, 44’s tip

(Verse 4 – Solo Lucci)
My wrist 30 below, it cost about 40
It’s 50 on me, my neck is retarded
F**k ni**a I’m geeked, my bi**h is a baller
But she from the streets so don’t get her started
Handcuffs like I got arrested homie
Ferragamo’s on me, got me flexing on em
Mud, mud, I got all these taxes on me
Diamonds shining, that’s them VVS’s on me
Leaning off Activis, tipping on fours
Thinking bout when them hoes used to sleep on me like mattresses
But that’s how it go, now I’m getting that dough
And I’m bout to count up like it’s calculus
Actually, I got my name off that trapping s**t
But I got the fame off this rapping s**t
Now my watch and my chain is immaculate

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

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