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Gucci Mane - Work Ya Wrist lyrics
(Chorus) 
The difference between a pimp and a street nigga dog 
Is a pimp nigga work his bitch 
A trapper work the trap, a pimp work the track 
But a street nigga works his wrist 
(4x) 
Work ya wrist then, well work ya wrist then 
I get my wrist game on cause my wrist game strong 
And my wrist flexible like I broke my wrist bone 
I got muscles in my wrist, cause the 4 touched the pad 
I can't count every play I use different rubber bands 
Red means 30 stacks blue means 10 packs 
When I say Imma skreet nigga bitch I mean that 
Hold up, Hold up, this shit won't cake up 
80 thousand dollar profits so I bought a Jacob 
Yeeaahhh, yeah that's my favorite word 
Hit a plug with the herb and connected with the bird 
He hurt he know homey where ya been dog? 
Ain't no sense in callin' Gucci less yer buying 10 dog 
I crossed 10 state lines just to bring the pack here 
Go'n fill ya W-2s out cause I'm taxin' 
I'll pay for that ass I ain't never been a mack 
But ya front me a pack, I'll bring that money back 
Gotta stay fresh, all white tee 
dark Gucci lokez so the boy can't see 
Triple beam scales, 5 for the pound, 12 for the Q-P, it's goin down 
Yeeahh, and I'm sick wit it I got major cake 
And I blow 50 Gs on a rainy day Gucci Mane - Work Ya Wrist - http://motolyrics.com/gucci-mane/work-ya-wrist-lyrics.html
I got hard white, I'm with Gucci Mane 
We fuckin 50 hoes cause they some Gucci fans 
There's a stack dirty, there's a plaque dirty 
His jeans cut and his slacks dirty 
Blowin bubble gum, we gettin blew down 
Like it's Mardi Gras, we got the top down 
Imma chef too, name Dough Boy 
Call me Boston, Georgia, or just blow boy 
Fucked a bitch who's gettin stacked 
Keep it moving less you movin' this pack 
Whatcha say Gucci? 
I was thinking out loud 
Bout what? 
Sellin whole better break the shit down 
Sackin Gary Payton I was gonna buy T-O 
Sat 24, a whole, 80 country "Whoa-flow" 
I got 30 bricks sold add 60 mounds of gold 
Im the same way in case yer baby mobile wanna snow 
D-boy swag mane, shawty that's what I got 
Got that Larry Bird yay, and it's jumpin out the pot 
You be down motherfucker cause you know I'm too hot 
sick wrist game dawg I ain't talkin bout my watch 
want a chain like mine, but ya cant afford the price 
You can call me frigidaire because I pack a lotta ice 
You can spin the world like the Earth on it's axis 
I'm gainin' wait dawg just like a fat bitch 
Gotta mean with some pea, wanna learn just watch 
Nigga, red stop sign nigga roll kush stop









