Song Details: wrist Song is sung by Ken Carson. The song is from the album “xperiment”.
wrist Lyrics
[Intro]
(8-808)
(What the fuck)
[Chorus]
Show me your wrist (Show ’em)
Show me your wrist (Show ’em, show ’em, show ’em)
Show me your wrist (Show ’em)
Show ’em your wrist (Show ’em)
Show ’em your wrist (Show ’em)
Show ’em your wrist (Show ’em)
Show ’em your wrist (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Put the Chrome Heart on it (Chrome Heart), I put the Chrome on the fit (Chrome Heart)
This shit went all night (Yeah)
If you see it on me, you won’t see it again (Yeah)
She rollin’ my blunt (Yeah), but she not the one I’m gon’ smoke it with (Yeah)
You thought she was the one, lil’ shawty ain’t nothin’
Lil’ shawty let еverybody hit (Yeah)
Pulled up to thе flats, wearin’ all black, them niggas ain’ never outside
When I’m in the cut, it’s a scary sight, R.I.P. Fredo, let’s ride
She want a bag and shoes, I ask her, “What brand?” I ask her, “What size?”
I’m in the kitchen like Betty Crocker, but I ain’t bakin’ no pies
I’m swingin’ my dreads like Waka Flocka, bitch, I go hard in the paint (Go)
Niggas mix that X with the Qualitest, niggas don’t know ’bout the drank
Niggas don’t know
This bitch said she know everything
I’m throwin’ that O and YVL, two fingers and a thumb, yeah
AP on my wrist, you ain’t walk in yet
If it’s not skeleton, then it’s not a flex
She think I’m captain save-a-ho, but this a X on my chest
She think we locked in, woah, woah, I’m tryna fuck her friend next
Every time she leave, her friend text
It’s Ken Carson, R.I.P. To X
[Chorus]
Show ’em your wrist (X), show ’em your wrist (X-Man)
Show ’em your wrist (X-Man)
Show ’em your wrist, show ’em your wrist (X—X-Man)
Show ’em your wrist (X)
Show ’em your wrist, show ’em your wrist (X-Man)
Show ’em your wrist (X)
Show ’em your wrist, show ’em your wrist
[Verse 2]
Show me your bitch, show me your hardest fit
He think he trim, boy, you not him, I don’t wanna argue with you
My boy wanna go shop in that Margiela store, this ho wanna take a picture
When you rich, they switch up when you tellin’ ’em, “No”
You gotta let ’em miss you
Rolex presidential, RM Bubba Watson
Showed them all my watches, shit crazy, I ain’t ever clock in
Show me your wrist, show me your fit
What you got then?
His and hers, everything, we locked in
[Chorus]
Show me your wrist (Show ’em)
Show me your wrist (Show ’em, show ’em, show ’em)
Show me your wrist (Show ’em)
Show ’em your wrist (Show ’em)
Show ’em your wrist (Show ’em)
Show ’em your wrist (Show ’em)
Show ’em your wrist (Yeah)
[Outro]
Got this show on my wrist
(What the fuck?)
(What the fuck?)
(What? What? What the fuck?)
(What? What? What the fuck?)
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