Sex, I need some wet shit
Neck, I need some bad girl
Yeah, I'm a lil' magnet, 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 doing?
Look I'm doubled up
Girl I'm a star
Just like the ceiling I got on my car
Just like the ceiling, girl take off your top
Look I'm with the hottest 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 in Bentley truck, huh
I pull up Bentley truck, huh
I put my trust in her, huh
She knows she's just like a drug
She come through and wet me up
She my lil' freak in disguise
Getting head while I'm gripping her thighs
She in my head, I don't even know why
She in a bed we gone need more time
She keep it wet, I don't need no dry
Fuck me good, I don't need no lie
Mm, mm, good, glad I tried
Don't bend over, you don't even know how to ride
Love me forever, I don't need no change
Turn a nigga down when you see me on a train
Couple weeks later, when you see me I'm yo' type
Next time you see a young nigga off pipe
Yeah, I am not regular, did not a touch
Look, I'm where the bed at, ate her like an edible
I'm in the V12 eatin' vegetables
I'm in the back of the bill with my leg up
She got that waterfall, she got that wet stuff
She got that wet wet, don't try and bless that
Huh, girl where you want me to nut at? Yuh
Girl where you want me to nut at? Yeah
Sex, I need some wet shit
Neck, I need some bad girl
Yeah, I'm a lil' magnet, 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
We can fuck in the back of my ride
On the balcony, all outside
In the mastersuite, we have the time
I'ma fuck you 'til the sun go down
I want you, you want me, I'm alive
How I'm lyin', today I won't lie
Wanna argue with me about chores
Girl, where would you be without us, though?
She got it wet, soakin' wet, gonna go jet skiing
Girl you're the best, I mean that, ain't gonna flex, don't need that
Four by four 'til the doors, oh, she's suckin', I'm takin' her clothes off
She's suckin' like she ain't got no teeth in her mouth
Go ahead bitch, show her out
I'm pullin' her weave, help her pull the check out
Pull out from the track out
Lil' bougie bitch, I blow her back out
Lil' bougie bitch, she got her air now
Yeah I call her the magic
Find the fun and I smashed it
Called her auto-boo, tastey
I like my hole naughty and nasty
I love when a hole call me daddy
Sex, I need some wet shit
Neck, I need some bad girl
Yeah, I'm a lil' magnet, 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, yeah
Writer(s): Sly Dunbar, Clifton Dillon, Brian Derek Thompson, Leroy Samuel Romans, Ewart Everton Brown, Handel Wesley Alexander Tucker, Richard Alfred Foulks, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, Herbert Joseph Harris
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