Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rihanna Wrist, artist - Thouxanbanfauni. Date of issue: 31.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rihanna Wrist |
| Rockstar lifestyle, I may not make it\nAnd she say don’t forget about me when you make it\nFettuccine plate, with some steak you’ve never tasted\nPhilosopher stone, blood diamond bracelets\nRockstar lifestyle, I may not make it\nAnd she say don’t forget about me when you make it\nFettuccine plate, with some steak you’ve never tasted\nPhilosopher stone, blood diamond bracelets\nI don’t need no bitch, and I don’t need no clique\nYour girl ain’t even quick, she fucked with me and we just clicked\nShine bright like a diamond, yeah that’s all on my wrist\nShine bright like a diamond, I put Rihanna on my fucking wrist\nI’m an urban country boy ice tea lemon Brisk\nHotbox the bathroom, it look like a hidden mist\nMy trap is bunky, metro boomin' junkies, want some more of it\nI’m going to state to country, and you internet explorer bitch\nYou say that’s your nigga, he look like a opp\nAnd niggas talking ounces but asking for gram deals when they shopping\nShoutout to my momma, she raised a young man without no pops\nYou pussy boys tryna fire shots, but you don’t call no shots\nFuck having a shooter, be your own shooter\nAnd niggas neck so froze, my ice cream came straight from Bruster’s\nDreamcatcher tattoo, she don’t know I’m Freddy Krueger\nLeft shoulder, right shoulder, common sense, and a fucking tumor\nI’m tryna change for the better, I put that on my life\nI feel a little try man, I can’t let that shit slide\nGranddaddy say boy you need to think twice\nThought once\nThought twice\nI’m gon' have to let him fly\nGave him a full bar and took all of his shit\nAnd I ain’t drug you bitch, nigga it was a sample hit\nNiggas might rerock your remix\nContracts I ain’t even read yet\nAll these bitches chea pets\nThey feelings grow, if they get wet\nPlug fuck with me, and all of my people\nI’m getting deepthroat, on a speedboat\nYour bitch in a speedo\nYoung bands posted on the deck\nMy niggas got torpedos\nAnd your niggas ain’t even got no shit, boy be Magneto\nI’m getting bands and I been losing friends\nI’m in a middle relationship with two twins\nFord F150, I don’t need no fucking benz\nFlying Nimbus cloud, this stick’s extendo sticks without no stems\nLook I’m so wavy and she hot\nShe lavagirl and I’m your shark\nI can’t see you in the dark until I flame it up and spark\nAll my youngins gon' bark\nAll my young niggas gon' bark\nHickeys on your bitch neck\nThat’s just a curse mark\nAnd she say I wish you stop drinking Actavis\nShe know I’m off that shit, but she just can’t know bout it\nAnything to live lavish, get money, add it\nTwo bags full of bands in my motherfucking attic (I'm a motherfucking addict) |