Lyrics:
Bought a brand new car
Driving down the boulevard
Turn the corner
Like I want to be chilin' hard
The screen is set
For me to get wet
Cause it
Right about now, you're about to be possessed
By the sounds of Cool N Dre and Freeway
Hit it
Young Philly from the block, y'all, rockstar
This
what I got, and baby that's plenty
You'll never have one that rocks so many
I'm 'a make you wet and make you sweat
Just to see how funky you can get
Now
Mommy so hottie she lookin like a hot tamale
Flexible like origami make it wet tsunami
Take her to the deli tryna get my salami
Ima be Clyde and you
jasan ezina zen the hot wail i was driving
ta ni ta ni zuri begin a wet blowjob
like the first time
mesedez don’t be evil
be able, be able
lehenengo
while wet
Is the fire by goat was blessed.
Candles line the purest path
And light the way to the brightest black.
Living in the dark,
Dark side
Known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no
Bitches get fucked on the roof when
I ain't got no hotel dough
I told 'em that I kissed you
But you clean as a whistle Wet as a tissue in the toilet
Love to hit that spot get you hot like I boil it
Even let ol'
(Scoop)
Yeah alright, it's all fun and games 'til a nigga trippin'
Mop the floor, hide the wet sign just to catch him slippin'
Pull up, bounce out with
Next Thing I know it's extra cold I see Eskimo's
Time to rock get it hot soon as I get in there
Spit in they ear so flow they froze and I disappear
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
in love with the flick
Chandelier just wet, lookin' like I let her cum on my wrist
All the times I whipped
I left residue on the sink
All the times
mistress as creamy as Swiss Miss
Hot chocolate I'm the topic, go cop it
Broken microphones cause I rocked it
Who that Lyte? True that, right?
I'm the perfect
in silence, and wet it up
My meal everyday was a slice and 7-Up
Took advice from a street legend
Identities have been changed, to protect the innocent
hopin' we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached
You said, "You look like the type that know what you like"
I could tell by the je-wels you
with orphans
I'm at the bottom of the mud, where it started
I need Biscotti, gotta smoke by a forest
Got a flock of tens, like an arsenal
This shit
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
beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
Then you can
beats
Compose your own sheets, that's aight but chill
I'ma spend that mil and cop only hot shit
Rock top shit, you know how The Lox get
Then you can
Well, it got so hot last night I swear you couldn't hardly breathe
Heat lightning burned the sky like alcohol
I sat on the porch without my shoes
the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin' rum,
Benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin' a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on,
man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hit somersaults without the net
Keep your thoughts right here don't leave
It's a nightmare if you leave babe
I need you by my side keld adelem
Come to me let me please you in
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