Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrist, artist - Logic. Album song Bobby Tarantino, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |
Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that |
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |
Let me tell you 'bout the young man |
Matter of fact, I’ma let Push tell that |
Tell you 'bout the old man |
Had a change of heart and then fell back |
Old man lived a long life |
Walked around with a long knife |
You ain’t cut the white like Jesus |
That Colombiana, that’s mi hermanos (YUGH) |
Look at the flick of that wrist |
I’m feelin' like Leonardo |
Let me paint a picture, I might need a bottle |
On the road to success, I could feel the throttle |
That Michelangelo, hundreds in the envelope |
Tight shit when I write shit |
And that old man had a change of heart |
Wish he knew it back from the start like goddamn |
Looked around, seen his wife on the ground |
Military bussin' bullets all over the whole compound |
Soon as he seen it, I swear it, I mean it, my members go quicker than vamonos |
He dead, she dead, he in jail |
Everyone fallin' like dominoes |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |
Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that |
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |
Simple logic |
Clockwise, counterclockwise, realest nigga in the top five |
Other four ain’t rap niggas, I’m just reppin' for the blow side |
Yuugh, that’s coastlines, Panama for the boat rides |
Worth billions, and we ain’t even need Showtime |
Just money counters and kitchenwear |
Condo with a bitch in there |
Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there, woo! |
The Rollie’s been the trophy since Hawaiian Sophie |
Curry over Kobe, we shootin' niggas |
Splash brothers with the coca, add in baking soda |
Goodfellas to my niggas (Yuugh) all Ray Liottas |
Shades of blue, I aim at you |
Let the sky fall, let it rain on you |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |
Yeah, I’ve been, yeah I’ve been killin' this, killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve been killin' this, cookin' that |
Killin' this, flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve killin' this shit |
Yeah, I’ve hard in the paint, not a single assist |
Yeah, I’ve flickin' that wrist |
Yeah, I’ve cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this |