CUDDLE MY WRIST (Scraped & Screwed)

Alrighty Scraper Gang Scumbag Mafia World Wide (Fantom)

Yea
Yea
Yea
All this boot got me noid' got the function feeling very oppy
Ima shoot this bitch up turn it melancholy
Maserati tucked heated seats give me sloppy toppy
I'm booling at the Aria with nothing but some condoms on me
Bout to hit this bitch on camera
Muhammed Ali
Snap her pepperoni areolas like I'm paparazzi
Take the money make it suplex like a Dibiase
Take the money buy a duplex out in Abu Dhabi

I'm feeling piped up really piped up and I'm popping my shit
I'm feeling piped up really piped up ain't no cuffing a bitch
And you know that I'm popping lil bitch
And you know that we stay getting rich
And ya bitch wanna cuddle my wrist!

I keep the stick on me like I'm a bad boy
I see the look in ya eye you a mad boy
Hop in the skat cause we only do fast toys
Please do not run up on me that's a bad choice
Please don't tweak cause I got ice on me
I ain't even finna talk I got this pipe on me
And you know these Vv's buss don't need no lights on me
Bad hoes asking can you get inside of me
These niggas be hating they mad when I get to a check know I'm making em sick
She love all this ice on my wrist after I fuck yo bitch you know I gotta dip (Yea!)

I'm feeling piped up really piped up and I'm popping my shit
I'm feeling piped up really piped up ain't no cuffing a bitch
And you know that I'm popping lil bitch
And you know that we stay getting rich
And ya bitch wanna cuddle my wrist!

I'm feelin piped up
Bro gotta 9 tucked

Yeah he keep a stick
(He keep a stick)

He make it hit
(He make it hit)

I'm in this bitch.
(I'm in this bitch)

Throwin' a fit
(Throwin' a fit)

Not talkin bout temper tantrums

Got money like it was a ransom

I told her cuddle my wrist
All of this ice on my damn chain

I keep a stick like I'm Max Payne

Play wit my name get you whacked mane

I told ya hoe get the fuck out my whip, only rollin' in foreigns that come with the tint

Finessin the plug like I caught me a brick and I know that's yo bitch told her cuddle my wrist (Cuddle my, yea)

I'm feeling piped up really piped up and I'm popping my shit
I'm feeling piped up really piped up ain't no cuffing a bitch
And you know that I'm popping lil bitch
And you know that we stay getting rich
And ya bitch wanna cuddle my wrist!

I'm feeling piped up really piped up and I'm popping my shit
I'm feeling piped up really piped up ain't no cuffing a bitch
And you know that I'm popping lil bitch
And you know that we stay getting rich
And ya bitch wanna cuddle my wrist!

Aye yo what the fuck is that?



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Writer(s): Isaiah Smith
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