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Yeah, look. Sex, I need some wet shit. Neck, I need some back, yeah, I'm a lil' Menace, yeah. Kiss on your belly, yeah. She got that wet shit, yeah. She got that wet shit, yeah. She got that wet shit. Uh, she got that wet shit. Hey, girl, how you doin'? Look, I'm double R. Girl, I'm a star. Just like the ceilin' I got on my car. Just like the ceilin', girl, take off your top. Look, I'm with a hottie, so I flew that Bitch to New York. I put that bitch in New York, huh. I put on Christian Dior, huh. I pull up, Bentley truck, huh. I pull up, Bentley truck, huh. I put my trust in her, huh. She know she just like a drug. She come through and wet me up. She my lil' freak in disguise. Gettin' head while I'm grippin' her thighs. She in my head, I don't need no why. She in the bed, we gon' need more time. She keep it wet, don't need no dry. Fuck me good, I don't need no lies. Uh, uh, girl, glad I tried. Long Benz, no, we don't need no other ride. Love me forever, I don't need no chain. Tie nigga down when you see me on the 'Gram. Couple week later when you see me on Your type. Next time you see a young nigga On pipe, yeah. I am not regular, This not a Tesla. I'm with a baddie, eat Her like an edible. I'm in the V12 eatin' Vegetables. I'm in the back of this bitch with My leg up. She got that waterfall, she got That wet stuff. She got that wet-wet, I'm tryna Bless that, huh. Girl, where you want me to Nut at? Yeah. Girl, where you want me to Nut at? Yeah. Sex, I need some wet shit. Neck, I need some back, yeah, I'm a lil' Menace, yeah. Kiss on your belly, yeah. She got that wet shit, yeah. She got that wet shit, She got that wet Shit. Uh, she got that wet shit. We can fuck in the back of my ride. On the balcony, all outside. In the master suite, we out of town. I'ma fuck you 'til the sun go down. I want you, you want me, am I lying? I want loyalty, then I won't lie. Wanna argue with me about trust. Girl, what would you be without us? Huh. She got it wet, soakin' wet. Girl, let's go jet skiin'. Girl, you the best, I mean that. I ain't gon' flex, I mean that. Four by four 'til the doors off. She suckin', I'm takin' her clothes off. She suck it like she ain't got no teeth In her mouth. Go 'head, bitch, show out. I'm pullin' up, we hope on, pull the track Out. Pull off in the Trackhawk. Lil' bougie bitch, I blew her back out. Lil' booty bitch, she got an ass now. Yeah, I call that magic. Think the first night I smashed her. Called her audible faster. I like my hoes naughty and nasty. I love when a ho call me daddy. Sex, I need some wet shit. Neck, I need some back, yeah, yeah. I'm a lil' menace, yeah. Kiss on your belly, yeah. She got that wet shit, yeah. She got that wet shit, yeah. She got that wet shit. Uh, she got that wet shit.
YFN Lucci — Wet (She Got That…)
«Wet (She Got That…)» — YFN Lucci. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:31. Жанр — Поп.
