CUDDLE MY WRIST Songtext
von Future

Zaytoven
Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit′
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

Cuddle my, cu-
Cuddle my, cuddle

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist

I got that monkey on my back
I walk around with 500 racks
I keep the city on my shoulders
Carry it 'round like a bag of stacks
I put a kid on a Bentayga
Dr. Miami, the ass fat
Nigga wanna play with the murda squad
Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch


Goyard as soon as the bag got packed
Zone 6, sure, I ain′t showing no slack
Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max
Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch
Real dope dudes don′t hang around rats
Four by four, sitting taller than a ′Lac

Margiela on my toes, sittin' way in the back
Canary yellow gold, Rollie and a Mac
Glock four-oh, plastic gat
VV coated, sitting on my chest
Pussy ass niggas don′t call no threat
I'm a big dog, you ain′t nothin' but a pet

Weak ass nigga boutta run outta check
Tryna keep up, better step up your neck
Had to eat it up when I caught up against
Snackin′ on me, it ain't nothin' to address

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist


Fifty-five mil′ on my carats
I never had to go in the vault
Fishscale when you speak my status
Future already done picked up the phone
We on a regular line, nigga
I can′t talk to you nothing 'bout the raw
I heard you seen a nigga get flatline
You better not tell them none what you saw

Soon as I drop, I got flexed up
Fuck all that drama, got heat up
I stop that hitta, my cuts up
Y′all go crazy, it bust up
Young nigga already pushed the Ferrari
I came in with the head off
Jumbo Patek got his crushed career
All these wheels, got dust on the wheel

So many foreigns, a car doesn't show it
Poured up my cup when I hopped on the Lear
Dripping severe, the guard is here
Dixon here, I got chartered here

I got that monkey on my back
I walk around with 500 racks
I keep the city on my shoulders
Carry it ′round like a bag of stacks
I put a kid on a Bentayga
Dr. Miami, the ass fat
Nigga wanna play with the murda squad
Fuck around, I had to call up Scratch

Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my bitch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist