Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wrist Watch , by - Trey Songz. Song from the album 28, in the genre R&BRelease date: 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 |