Lyrics:
wanna bother with no friend of mine
Wet, hot, American nights
Shake your body dry under coastline light
Wet, hot, American nights
We snuck our Fords
ready? (Are you ready?)
I love it when you're on top of it, so spread it (oh)
Won't you just give it to me? Girl, we can do this
Hot and wet
Girl you
you can taste the win,
Do it again and again 'till you say my name.
...and by the way, I'm so glad you came.....
Tell me baby are you Wet?
Chorus:
Wet
Report to the dance floor
Bad Boy baby
112, Beanie Sigel
Here we go!
God damn, guess who stepped up in the place?
The kid with two rubbers on his
Today's agenda
Got the suitcase up in the Sentra
Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
Feel the strangest
If no money exchanges
I got these kids in
it again and again
Till you say my name
And by the way I'm so glad you came
Tell me baby are you wet
I'm gonna get you wet
Tell tell me baby
112, right by the staircase, perfect place
When they evacuate, they meet they fate
Ron pass the gasoline, the nigga pass me kerosene
Fuck it, its
My cars, they hot, my paint is wet
My bitches, they bad, that's probably why y'all mad
My cars, they hot, my paint is wet
My bitches, they bad,
Thunderbird was July hot now
Muddy lake was the perfect spot for
Camp fire, drinkin' beer
Skippin' half your senior year
Told your mama
He's always waiting
Gotta make a move to tell her
Hot chocolate boy
He's never had one
Hot chocolate bad one
Hot chocolate boy
Walk by at midnight
(Wheezy outta here)
She say I'm high as fuck, I said, "I'm icy hot" (icy hot)
Had a show in the 544, I wore a bunch of rocks
I got her tummy
he gon' wet it up (grr)
Your bitches seen them come and get wetted up (hot, hot)
These bitches seen this swag and they sweated up (hot, hot)
These
love you in the shower
Both of our bodies dripping wet
On the patio we can make a night you won't forget
On the kitchen floor
As I softly pull your
savage lust
Says dance
Says dance
Says you gotta dance
Says dance
I'm so hot it makes me shiver
Makes me wet
Makes me slide
It's some
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
dizzy
Niggas on the block know Mase motto
One thing about Harlem World, we all got dough
98' Tahoe, Tommy and a Roscoe
Case I'm every chased by
Lil' Kim:
Mr. Biggs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. Biggs, you know you got to keep me jigs
Mr. Biggs
chorus (112)
Float on, float on, float
16's US missiles
Put some sauce on it
Tell 'em put some sauce on it
I think I put too much sauce on it
The sauce is hot, the sauce is hot, hah
It got so hot, last night, I swear
You couldn't hardly breathe
Heat lightning burnt the sky like alcohol
I sat on the porch without my shoes
grew
And perhaps a kid or two
Like my man
And then my eyes get wet
I most forget till he gets hot
And tells me not to talk such rot
Oh, my man I
singin' high notes like an opera
And I don't waste a drop 'til I taste the spot
Give me chills but I make it hot (hot)
Watch I'ma prove in time, I'ma
sunrise
I'll show you what's on my mind
Oo babe chilling out by the pool babe
In your finest bikini
Know we in the spot
Summer be wet and hot babe
Roof
You're my soaking wet ecstasy
Like sex on the beach
I want to take you home now, girl
Gonna practice what I preach, dig
I'm comin' home, girl
I'm
do it)
Hot and wet
Girl you make me want to sweat
When you touch me like that
Girl you know I want to give it to you [Repeat: x 2]
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