Wet lyrics

by

Nigga


[Verse 1: Flex]
All of my diamonds be wet
You girl makin’ me sick, the way she giving me neck
Got all of my ice that sh*t shining so bright
See I f*ck you b*tch once, now she thinkin’ she my wife
But she really just my side, Aye!
Pop pills once or twice bout’ to have a good night
You know all my b*tches bad, huh? Is that why you mad?
Hit a bih’ from the back then I make a couple stacks
Then I make a lot of rack, then I go sellin’ out shows
Then I take ya f*ckin’ hoe
You all ready even know, how we really even goes
Then head back to the bando
Count up a hundred bands, wanna fight I’ll throw those hands
I got the money all of mine full of new sh*t I’ve been on the grind
CL3 but this ain’t no gang sign
[?]
They call me king cause I be rullin’
Bro it’s Lil Codeine I’m that perk u put in your drink
Then I pull off in a Jag tho’
Gotta go all we go then I got your lil bih’
She suckin’ on the click, all on my neck was like water
Not much of a talker watered down like an author Aye!

[Verse 2: Young Sprite]
Now you motherf*ckers know
Put the [?] up in the stove
Know you know how it goes
Take your b*tch won’t let her go
f*ckin’ your hoe then let her go
Woah, whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’
Your bish’ be trippin’
Why are my sauce be drippin’
All the time I be sippin’
All these hoes be trippin’
And my good be whippin’
All your bros know I’m whippin’
Whippin’ and whippin’ that chicken yeah! Aye!

[Verse 3: Lil Lean]
Take a look, the whole world shook
You get your rhymes from a motherf*ckin’ book
I’ll make your wmeyes look shut
Hit em witha hook
Your girl just got took
Hit em with a strap
You better find a map
Cause Dora help your ass
b*tch you smokin’ grass
Now your mom be on your ass
All your rhymes go in the trash
b*tch careful for I spaz
The Lean bout to attack

[Outro: Lil Lean]
We out, f*ck 12
We on the track b*tch

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