Lyrics:
Make your pussy wet cud ah call river water
Pretty little freak mirrors up on the bed and den mi stretch her
Pullin on your hair rough fuck affi make you
yea
Yea yea
Grew up with the gang
Bunch of renegades
I come from the ghetto
But I ain't living there
Did some phenomena
That boy he a menace
Can tell by
disrespect baby
That's the typa shit that get you wet baby
Typa shit that leave these other bitches ina wreck baby
Leave these bitches ina wreck baby, yeah
now, wet, wet, make man drown
If I see that pig in a hundred percent, I will back it out
Rise that guts and speech, it's a one man step, I do it bro, my
love down down down
Just know by the end of the night
She going to be calling me Caesar (Julius)
They call her Houdini at night
Nobody sees her
lit, and i got fire like a candle
trappin that sauce like a wick bitch i be to hot to handle
just made some plays in atlanta , in the sprinter like
got the windows down I’m clowning
Oh yeah I’m drowning you’ll get wet up by a clip
Think you Pimp until you meet her and get set up by a bitch
This
that's by the knot, Extensions that's by the Glock
I'm hot and these NIGGAZ not, Pop out on these niggas block
Shake sum and go get it hot, The first 48
Told her bring a friend
She can tell by your walk that your a middle man
The way I get it on my mama yeah I'm going fed
She gone let me, She gone let
control
You were hot, I was blindsided by your look
Never stopped to think I could be a random hook
When you kissed me on my lips, grabbed my hips closer
calling me
Hit ya bitch by mistake and we threw out the sheets
My city ain't even a place to come visit
She couldn't resist it, she flow out to me
I'ma move
that I done it
I got em sick to they stomach
I count my hoes by the dozen
Shawty been mad
Lately i'm pushing her buttons
I've just been hot like a oven
IM JUST INTOXICATED BY YOU/
MY DICK COULD PLAY WALDO BUT LET IT FIND YOU/
AND LET IT HIDE IN A WARM WET CAVE /
AND I WANA SCORE THE HOME RUN LIKE ITS
in a tanktop
Knife on my leg, hoping one of y'all namedrop
Fuck what you heard, we them boys and you ain't hot
Fuck what you heard, we them boys
on me, ho, by the sleeve
Sleazy, we wet niggas block
Up like it's Fiji
Pull up with that chopper lookin' greasy
Turn a nigga block hot like Weezy, shit
brutalizing my nerves
You want a hot vocal, try utilizing your words
Ya’ll wore that shit to the ground and if you lames really doubt it
Then how is Pain still
I'm king of the party, can't control my body
Handling new shawties, they hot like wasabi
They need to find hobbies, going for me, kamikaze
My
Yeah, I got it on my own
In a panic, shaken by my own silicone, yeah
She like, "Uh, stay for the night."
Got it so wet, had to put in in rice (guess
To the pony that you love the best
There's a medicine at the gate
And a number on your back
And this world is all jacked up like a Cadillac
Painted by
AND MINOR INSURRECTION
SIN, BAD CHECK, HECK, THEY CAN PIN IT ALL ON ME
RODE HARD AND PUT AWAY WET
DRIVEN ROUND THE BEND
GOT FAR DOWN AS I
killers.
[Verse 3: Ruc]
96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings
Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
each block, ten spots, a hundred different villians
Down for the block like Shaq O'Neal
Me and my niggas hittin corners in the batmobile
My block so hot so keep you enough shots
You slip and you fall
panties wet honey I'll show you how
Good life can get wining and dinning nonchalaunt in the finests
Resturaunts feed you lobster because I'm a true
a panic
I called up the plug and he shipped it by transit
Shipped it by transit
High as the sky I could jump out the planet
This glock on my waist it aint
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