Testo Wet - E-40 feat. Ya Boy & Cousin Fik
Testo della canzone Wet (E-40 feat. Ya Boy & Cousin Fik), tratta dall'album Revenue Retrievin': Night Shift
I'm locked in, I'm in the zone, I'm blanking
Trainwreck got the whole room stanking
I'm feeling like I'm 'posed to be, being sober is my enemy
Baileys and Landi, that's the remedy
Money and power, that's a frenemy
Chain looking like a mini-me
Campaigning like a Kennedy
They ain't got no idea what it's finna be
Get you wet, make you sweat out your perm
Bay boy talk slicker than worm sperm
I used to ride with yola in my drawers
1970 Cutlass wet as Niagara Falls
I'm so wet I need a cloth, wipe me down
Po-po tryna dry a motherfucker off
My hydroponics'll make you cough
Off the underwater weed ki's smoking like a bad exhaust
You mad cause I got your bitch wetter than bad weather
You had her dry like a sweater, brah, I'm the reason she left you
I threw a party in her mouth then we fucked on her mama's couch
Now she fucking with a boss, she ain't fucking with no slouch
Man I go bad like a bad tooth, it's rare that I'm caught loose
My.40 caliber is my uce
You gang goofy motherfuckers is false, man I'm the truth
The proof, respect, a vet, booch!
I get her (I get her)
I miss that (I miss that)
She say "Um" (She say "Um")
Burner on my hip (Nigga don't get)
They gon' have to hunt for me, get something clean
Wetter than a submarine with sub-machines
Funds are mean, YB got mad cash
Shitting on niggas, just wait 'til the gas pass
Kush filling the room, niggas need gas masks
All black Jag, 15's kicking like Van Damme
Nigga on my mama, weed like an ocean
Say we ain't the dopest, nigga what you smoking?
Gotta be the sherm
If it ain't money then it's none of my concern
Money to blow, matter of fact money to burn
See her money is mine but my money ain't hers
Flyest nigga standing on the corner of the curb
Cup full of Grey Goose, wrap full of herb
Always been a hustler, fuck what you heard
Even out of school I had work like a nerd
YB the rock star, fly as a bird
Everybody know your boy the shit like a turd
Cooking it up, I know you see the pot stir
The realest in the game, you niggas imposters
I get her (I get her)
I miss that (I miss that)
She say "Um" (She say "Um")
Burner on my hip (Nigga don't get)
Look, money is the password, I never been a bastard
I always been a master, don't believe me then ask her
You ain't getting cash then your life's a disaster
Keep your foot on the gas quick fast, get Caspered
I'm so proud and cocky, can't let you cowards stop me
Come through on Kawasakis with the Shower Posse
And we all got TECs, pull up in your 'jects
And we'll leave your ass... that's a bet
Then I'ma jet
Cause I just got a text from my ex, say she wanna have sex
Better yet, she just got a check
You leave it up to me to collect
I'ma have her in debt and she could even invest
And yes, I guess, it's on to the next
Took the chrome out my sweats, threw the chrome in the Lex
Left, now I'm on the phone with her best
Next, I'ma get some dome and leave a mess
All these wet girls are prone to arrest
Cause they head be A-plus and they pussy be the best
I get her (I get her)
I miss that (I miss that)
She say "Um" (She say "Um")
Burner on my hip (Nigga don't get)
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Writer(s): Jeremy Darius Hawkins, Earl T Stevens
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