Cuddle My Wrist Lyrics - Future

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Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-cuddle my wrist 

Cuddle my bitch, cu-cu-cuddle my bit' 

Cuddle my wrist, cu-cu-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 

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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 

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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