Testo Wetter - Young Chop
Testo della canzone Wetter (Young Chop), tratta dall'album Sky High
I'm calling you daddy, daddy
Can you be my daddy, daddy?
I need a daddy, daddy
Won't you be my daddy, daddy?
Come and make it rain down on me
Come and make it rain down on me
She want me to make it rain
I just want to beat it out the frame
I can't lie, lil' mama so bad
Lil' mama look good in that lingerie
Come to the house, we can have it your way
I'm at the house selling pills all day
I ain't the type of guy to buy you what you like
I'm the type of nigga that ain't gon' buy you things
Ain't nobody playing games
Come through, Young Chop gon' show ya
I'm high all the time, never call sober
Me and her like Beyoncé and Hova
Keep her up like she sipping on Folgers
I'mma dog her out like if I stole her
I'mma beat it up from the back while I'm pulling
On her hair gripping all over her shoulders
Then she hop on top, ride like she 'posed to
Up and down like a fucking roller coaster
Feel it deeper when she get a little closer
Make her bust back to back, now she moaning
No pill and a nigga still going
Make her feel like she in the air, floating
Her legs shaking and her pussy all swollen
Wake up then we fucking in the morning
You've been good, but you can do better
I done been wet, but I can get wetter
Come and make it rain down on me
You've been good, but you can do better
I done been wet, but I can get wetter
Come and make it rain down on me
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel C. Lindley, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Erika S. Lockhart, Quintin D. Saffold
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