Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrist Watch, artist - Trey Songz. Album song 28, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 26.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Wrist Watch |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Trigga |
Hunnid bags |
I just out here lookin' for a freak-freak, freak |
Freak-freak, freak |
Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall |
Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall, yeah |
She said, «Daddy, can you show me how to ball?» |
Yeah |
Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall, yeah |
She said, «Daddy, can you show me how to ball?» |
She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flipflops |
Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch |
Four Seasons, one pitstop |
Throat leakin' on drip drop |
Tell your nig', say aight, pull them panties to the side |
To the left, to the right, show you right |
That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like |
Yeah, I like, do that shit I like |
Tory |
And I can make it drippy as you like (Drip, drip) |
Got this way of doin' what’chu like (Skrrt) |
Pull up outside, yeah, I might |
Love it when you suck it, lowkey, like it when you bite |
You keep doin' good and I’ma do you in Dubai |
Fuck it, got a ticket, have her flyin' through the sky |
Dials on my wristwatch, it don’t tick tock |
Sellin' dope to get it, you gon' need a big block |
She ain’t top ten, she can get the liplock |
But she bad enough to stuff it in the Ziploc |
Put it on the side, I didn’t notice |
Know you got that flower bomb like a lotus |
You about that action, yeah, I know |
But can you get it from the tip top? |
Head in my flip flops |
Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall |
She said, «Daddy, can you show me how to ball?» |
She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flipflops |
Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch |
Four Seasons, one pitstop |
Throat leakin' on drip drop |
Tell your nig', say aight, pull them panties to the side |
To the left, to the right, show you right |
That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like |
Yeah, I like, do that shit I like |
Baby, you the realest one afterall |
I know what your body sayin', we don’t have to talk |
Doorman know your name, he don’t have to call |
Focus on your brain with no Adderall |
I be runnin' through your lane like it’s basketball |
When I knock your body down, don’t you waterfall |
Take out the noosebleeds, put you where you 'sposed to be |
Girl, you been so far away, I just need you close to me |
If my name on her thang, everybody know it’s me |
I can’t even roll in peace, everybody know it’s me |
Jesus piece, Rosary, I could see heavenly |
Get’cha bustin' like heavy artillery |
And it’s music to my ears, auxillary |
Put your legs in the air if you feelin' me |
Hunnid bags when I’m walkin' out the mall |
She said, «Daddy, can you show me how to ball?» |
She gon' give me gooshy gooshy in my flipflops |
Your bitch on my arm like a wristwatch |
Four Seasons, one pitstop |
Throat leakin' on drip drop |
Tell your nig', say aight, pull them panties to the side |
To the left, to the right, show you right |
That was tight, yeah, I like, do that shit I like |
Yeah, I like, do that shit I like |