Wrist Stay Rocky

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My wrist and my wrist and my wrist and my wrist

And my wrist stay (Rocky) like Sly Stallone

And my wrist stay (Rocky) like Sly Stallone

And-And my wrist stay (Rocky) like Sly Stallone

And my wrist stay (Rocky) like Sly Stallone

I keep two toned stones sittin in my low

Keep two toned stones sittin in my low

Keep two toned stone, two-two toned stone

Keep two toned stones sittin in my low, and my

People they ask me "Twista, how you keep yo' style young?"

Rocks on my wrist make me feel like the Italian Stallion

I don't do much, but every piece cost at least five digits

Just use it as inspiration and say "He got it so I gotta get it"

If a heffer got a fatty then I gotta hit it

If it's princess cut then I gotta get it

Handcuffs on the wrists, ain't nobody out here fuckin with Twist'

I be flowin so you gotta feel it

But let me slow it back up so you can hear what I'm spittin

They call me Cocky Balboa, I'm rocky, come and look at how I glisten

Even without it my aura make me get my shine on

It's just a reward to myself for gettin my grind on

Got different rocks in the Jacob for every time zone

In the club boxin with boulders call me Sly Stone

Wrist stay (Rocky) like Sly Stallone

And my wrist stay (Rocky) like Sly Stallone

And-And my wrist stay (Rocky), wrist-wrist stay (Rocky)

And my wrist stay (Rocky) like Sly Stallone

I keep two toned stone, two-two toned stone

Keep two toned stones sittin in my low

Keep two toned stone, two-two toned stone

Keep two toned stones sittin in my low, and my

People tell me, "Twista we love you but why you act so cocky?"

My swagger up in these stones got me feelin like Rocky

When I pull up to the party, in the all white Maserati

It feels so good when I know that I got 'em diamonds that'll fuck up everybody's

Don't hate cause I got that there, don't trip on how I do it dude

Different color rocks on every side of the Rubik's Cube

My jewelry's screamin loud, so I stay cool and mellow

How many colors you got in that watch? Black and white and blue and yellow

Hundred karats on the iPod, hundred karats on the Gucci link

In the club talkin shit like I don't know that my dookie stink

White tee or the fuchsia mink, dependin on the weather

You wanna take it or compete with me then we can do whatever cause my

V.I.P., colorful diamonds and a gold chain

It's a motherfuckin shame how my earlobes hang

From them knockers, and a bracelet

on my wrist flick flick flick flick flick

Watch so cold, they say they lookin at the time

on the wrist tick tick tick tick tick

It's the reason I could pull up on a thick chick

So fine and her ass so thick thick

I told her, "Let me be yo' manager

On the red carpet while the ca-me-ra, flick flick flick

I could put some diamonds on them arms and have you lookin better"

She looked at me like Elena, pulled her sleeves back and said her