Lyrics:
the temples of doom.
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children
To make their minds up soon.
minarets
Or in the temples of doom.
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children
To make
to branches
Roots to branches
In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals
High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom
I hope the old man's
Listen to me brothers
Listen well
Brothers we got something to tell
You can't run around
Bein' a married man
And takin' care of business very
lady when I tell her
The I do indeed love to smell her
Sopping wet your pink umbrella
Do the dog with Isabella
I'm so in love yes with an artist
(Wet-wet) Jeffery, 'long side Wyclef
And the girls love the Shotta boys with big toys, yeah
(Swear to God I ain't lyin')
(Nigga you can't do that)
get me wet
Lest we forget, love is a four season concept
Many say the rain they can't stand
Never let the weather determine the man
God has a plan,
shui
And the way that I macho man flex
I put her on molly, she sneaking and geeking
I fucked her, she wet on my Givenchy sheets
Giuseppe steppers
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's an artist
He's a flim flam man
He's
the corner with her feet soakin' wet
Standin' in the corner with her feet soakin' wet
Beggin' each and every man that she met
the corner with her feet soakin' wet
Standin' in the corner with her feet soakin' wet
Beggin' each and every man that she met
the corner with her feet soakin' wet
Standin' in the corner with her feet soakin' wet
Beggin' each and every man that she met
G-R-E-Y (you did good, $lick)
G-R-E-Y (it's a smash)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc-)
G-R-E-Y (Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc Wet, Bloc-)
warm, artists, like flowers, they bloom
Then boom, I shook the room, many felt the thunder
My time to shine, did it like summer
I wondered if the sun
Shout out my wrist and neck
Shout out my wrist and neck
I'm a man of respect
Man of respect
And I'm a nigga with a check
Nigga with a check
Aye shout out NUK3
Yeah
Yeah
Ya I’m wet wet wet wet wet wet wet
Ya I’m wet wet wet wet wet wet wet
Ya I’m wet wet wet wet wet wet wet
Diamonds on me
(Wet-wet)
Jeffrey, 'long side Wyclef
And the girls love the Shotta boys with big toys, yeah
(Swear to God I ain't lyin')
(Nigga you can't do
Yow yow aaaah out my comfort zone heh merc merc hehheh curian curian
Tmg or die nigga yow
Like a nad kidney man inoperable
Artist life artist life
values
When you associate with secular artists in the R&B hip-hop world
Here he comes
I cannot believe the controversy shrowding this man
Mr.
Somethin' to turn you on'
What-a ya think of that?
(In the back room)
(In the back room)
I said, 'Sit down cat, pull up a seat
You're soakin' wet
nobody ever get me wet
Lest we forget, love is a four season concept
Many say the rain they can't stand
Never let the weather determine the man
God has
house just like an artist
Everyday a new nigga daily departed
Catch em at Walmart make em a Target
Wet em up
Wet em up
Wet em up
Wet em up
Wet em up
Wet
Everything about me wet wet wet wet wet wet wet man wet wet wet wet wet
Man my whole girl wet wet wet wet wet wet wet man wet wet wet wet wet
Man my
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