| Switching my wrist when I cook it up
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| Switching my wrist when I cook it up
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| You could order up delivery
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| I’m charging extra when I’m pulling up
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| Remixed the dark, I just switched it up
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| Finessing and flexing, I’m counting up
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| My left wrist throw a curb ball
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| My right wrist, I’ma rock it up
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| Switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m working my wrist like a hurricane
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| Flooded the city with the dust
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m whipping the chickens up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m very particular
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| Scattered the snitches, I’m trapping individual
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| It’s two things for sure: they gon' print money and I’ma get it
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| These haters, they pitiful
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| I’m bending corners, rocking linen in a Bentley Continental
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| I’m smoking presidential, I’m the President and the coach and the player like
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| Derek Fisher
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| I’m the sensei, but never a Master Splinter
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| My foreign a hundred, still trapping rentals
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| No degree, but I still got hella credentials
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| Zebra Louboutins, strapped like a Fisker
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| Buscemi locks, I got keys, I got janitors
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| Fucked up the kitchen, damn, where my manners go?
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| Sixty-three guts in the pint like a cantaloupe
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| Whip up the bricks in the pot like Geronimo
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| In the dopehole, we sell all kinds of dope
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| Pick up the crate like it’s all from the store
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| Can’t figure which wrist I’ma work, I’m bipolar
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| I’m working the pot, the same color my motor
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| Ain’t gotta scale it, nigga, it’s all there
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| To the country, it’s in the air, all air
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| They going broke, I see grey hair
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| I got the baby, no daycare
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| Switching my wrist when I cook it up
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| Switching my wrist when I cook it up
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| You could order up delivery
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| I’m charging extra when I’m pulling up
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| Remixed the dark, I just switched it up
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| Finessing and flexing, I’m counting up
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| My left wrist throw a curb ball
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| My right wrist, I’ma rock it up
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| Switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m working my wrist like a hurricane
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| Flooded the city with the dust
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m whipping the chickens up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| Switching, whipping, beating babies with switches
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| Have my junkie clean the kitchen with Swiffer
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| Two pots, three forks, no dishes
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| Trap hot, they come and shop when they visit
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| Whipping all kinds of ways different
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| Want me to stretch it? |
| Gotta be specific
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| I make them cross out with the flick of the wrist
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| I make tall money fucking with midgets
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| I mix the fill with the grits in the pot
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| I remember I ain’t have a pot to piss in
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| I just had to cook a whole chicken
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| Nigga, hold the pot, steady putting my wrist in
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| Go to Kentucky, all I need is a stove
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| Nigga, I’m making fried chicken
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| Junkies, they coming when I cook it
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| Nigga, they ain’t even buying, they blitzing
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| Switching my wrist when I cook it up
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| Switching my wrist when I cook it up
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| You could order up delivery
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| I’m charging extra when I’m pulling up
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| Remixed the dark, I just switched it up
|
| Finessing and flexing, I’m counting up
|
| My left wrist throw a curb ball
|
| My right wrist, I’ma rock it up
|
| Switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m working my wrist like a hurricane
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| Flooded the city with the dust
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up
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| I’m whipping the chickens up
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| I’m switching my wrist when I’m cooking up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Switching My Wrist, artist - HoodRich Pablo Juan. Album song Designer Drugz 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп