Lyrics: Future – Cuddle My Wrist
Off His Just Released EP “Beastmode” By Future Comes The Official Lyrics Titled “Cuddle My Wrist”
Sing Along Below
[Intro]
Zaytoven
Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my B!tch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit’
Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my, cu-
Cuddle my, cuddle
[Chorus]
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my B!tch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my B!tch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
[Refrain]
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
N!gga wanna play with the murda squad
F.uck around, I had to call up Scratch
[Verse 1]
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
pu$$y ass N!ggas don’t call no threat
I’m a big dog, you ain’t nothin’ but a pet
Weak ass N!gga 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
[Chorus]
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my B!tch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my B!tch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
[Verse 2]
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, N!gga
I can’t talk to you nothin’ ’bout the raw
I heard you seen a N!gga get flatline
You better not tell them none what you saw
Soon as I drop, I got flexed up
F.uck all that drama, got heat up
I stop that hitta, my cuts up
[?] go crazy, it bust up
Young N!gga already pushed the Ferrari
I came in with the head off
Jumbo Patek got [?]
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
Drippin’ severe, the guard is here
Dixon here, I got chartered here
[Refrain]
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
N!gga wanna play with the murda squad
F.uck around, I had to call up Scratch
[Chorus]
Cuddle my wrist, cuddle my B!tch, cuddle my wrist
Cuddle my B!tch, cuddle my wrist, cuddle my wrist
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