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Slim Reese - Wrist Lyrics



Slim Reese - Wrist Lyrics




Minnesota Ice
Wrist whipping rice
In a pot, nice kitchen
Watch the ice glisten
With a nice bitch and she got a nice kitten

I can't lie, whipping rye turn gold like the loaf do
Put a finger in her back like a old school
Too much shit to do to sit and mope you
When I can find new city to move dope through

He ain't a thug cuz his ass on parole boo
It mean his ass got caught up in a jam
Far as kick ass Ima open up a can
Plugs mad Slim Reese soaking up the bands
I got them pissed off now
Getting licks off now
Niggas shit talk, now
Niggas bitch talk wow
Wit a bad bitch and the wrist go glow

Ima flip the switch
Drop the Six Fo' down

Hop out the bed
Back pop like whoo

Baby I ain't never met a thot like you
Who can throw neck and give top like you
Yea you dun showed me things that are not like you
So I f*ck with things that are not like you
Why yo nigga talk shit, now he bitch up?
Aiming through the glass upping shots out the pickup
Say he want his bitch bad but the Uber gone nigga
Want her? Come swoop her from the spot
Yea she can be allot of things up on this earth nigga but yea your bitch is one thing she's not
You ain't struggle till you appreciate a shower
In the trap all week smelling sour
Don't matter if it's pills or the powder
A lil nigga gettin sales by the hour

I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Cop me a zippa da work
Then I flippa da work
I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Cop me a zippa da work
Then I flippa da work
Aqua man whippendale fishscale
Only been up 30 minutes made 10 sales
All these pussy Niggas tryna get intell
While they bitch suckin nuts till she spit shells

I got Molly lil nigga
Couple drugs for the reins

I got lean, school busses, yellow, white, red, green

You a fed lil Nigga
Make a call if you want

Hang up, walk outside, and get fried wit the beam
I ain't worried bout you or a threat lil nigga
I'll have ya bitch on ya neck lil nigga
I'll have ya mama tryna hit you wit the llama for a couple dime bags of the stress lil nigga
Heard you got a lil bit of tech Lil nigga
Yeen Got a trap lil nigga
Yeen in the trap lil nigga
If I front you, bet you couldn't make it back lil nigga
I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Cop me a zippa da work
Then I flippa da work
I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Cop me a zippa da work
Then I flippa da work
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Minnesota Ice
Wrist whipping rice
In a pot, nice kitchen
Watch the ice glisten
With a nice bitch and she got a nice kitten

I can't lie, whipping rye turn gold like the loaf do
Put a finger in her back like a old school
Too much shit to do to sit and mope you
When I can find new city to move dope through

He ain't a thug cuz his ass on parole boo
It mean his ass got caught up in a jam
Far as kick ass Ima open up a can
Plugs mad Slim Reese soaking up the bands
I got them pissed off now
Getting licks off now
Niggas shit talk, now
Niggas bitch talk wow
Wit a bad bitch and the wrist go glow

Ima flip the switch
Drop the Six Fo' down

Hop out the bed
Back pop like whoo

Baby I ain't never met a thot like you
Who can throw neck and give top like you
Yea you dun showed me things that are not like you
So I f*ck with things that are not like you
Why yo nigga talk shit, now he bitch up?
Aiming through the glass upping shots out the pickup
Say he want his bitch bad but the Uber gone nigga
Want her? Come swoop her from the spot
Yea she can be allot of things up on this earth nigga but yea your bitch is one thing she's not
You ain't struggle till you appreciate a shower
In the trap all week smelling sour
Don't matter if it's pills or the powder
A lil nigga gettin sales by the hour

I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Cop me a zippa da work
Then I flippa da work
I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Cop me a zippa da work
Then I flippa da work
Aqua man whippendale fishscale
Only been up 30 minutes made 10 sales
All these pussy Niggas tryna get intell
While they bitch suckin nuts till she spit shells

I got Molly lil nigga
Couple drugs for the reins

I got lean, school busses, yellow, white, red, green

You a fed lil Nigga
Make a call if you want

Hang up, walk outside, and get fried wit the beam
I ain't worried bout you or a threat lil nigga
I'll have ya bitch on ya neck lil nigga
I'll have ya mama tryna hit you wit the llama for a couple dime bags of the stress lil nigga
Heard you got a lil bit of tech Lil nigga
Yeen Got a trap lil nigga
Yeen in the trap lil nigga
If I front you, bet you couldn't make it back lil nigga
I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Cop me a zippa da work
Then I flippa da work
I flip that wrist in that work
Then I dip in that work
Cop me a zippa da work
Then I flippa da work
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Writer: Ronnie Smith Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Slim Reese
Length: 3:14
Written by: Ronnie Smith Jr.

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