[Verse 1: E-40]
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I’m locked in
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I’m in a zone
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I’m blanking
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Trainwreck got da whole room stanking
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I’m feeling like I’m ‘posed to be
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And sober is my enemy
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Baileys n Landy, that’s the remedy
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Money and power that’s a friend of me
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Chain licking like I'm Mini-Me
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Campaigning like a Kennedy
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They ain’t got no idea, where this finna be
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Getcha wet make you sweat out your perm
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Bay boy talk slicker than worm sperm
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I used to ride with yola in my drawers
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1970 cut less, wet as Niagara Falls
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I’m so wet I need a cloft (wipe me down)
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Popo tryin' to dry a motherfucker off
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My hydroponics will make you cough
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Off dat under water weed keep smoking like a bad exhaust
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You mad cause I got your bitch wetter than bed weather
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You have to dry like a sweater bro
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I’m the reason she left ya
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I threw a party in her mouth than we fucked on her mama’s couch
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Now she fuckin witta boss she ain’t fuckin wit no slouch
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Man I go bad like a bad tooth
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It’s real that I’m caught loose
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My 40 calibre is my ooze
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You game goofy motherfuckers is false man I’m the truth
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The proof
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Respect
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A vet
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Bootch!
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[Hook: Ya Boy / E-40]
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I get her (wet) ? I get her (wet)
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I miss dat (wet) ? I miss dat (wet)
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She say I’m (wet) ? She say I’m (wet)
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Burner on my hip
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Nigga don’t get (wet)
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[Verse 2: Ya Boy]
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They gon’ have to hunt for me
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It’s something clean
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Wetter than a submarine
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Or sub-machine
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Funds are mean YB got mad cash
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Shittin on niggas just wait till the gas pass
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Kush fillin' the room niggas need gas masks
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All Blackjack 15’s kickin like van Damme
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Nigga on my momma we (wet) like a ocean
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Say we ain’t the dopest
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Nigga whatcha smoking
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Gotta be da sherm
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If it ain’t money than it’s not in my concern
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Money to blow, matter fact money to burn
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See her money is mines but my money ain’t hers
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Flyest nigga standin on da corner of the curb
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Cup full of grey goose, wrap full of herb
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Always been a hustler
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Fuck what you heard
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Even outta school I had work like a nerd
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YB da rock star fly as a bird
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Everybody know Ya Boy da shit like a turd
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Pickin it up I know you see the pot ‘sturb
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The realest in the game you niggas imposters
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3: Cousin Fik]
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Look…
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Money is the password
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I never been a bastard
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I always been a master
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Don’t believe me then ask her
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You ain’t getting cash then your life’s a disaster
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Keep your foot on the gas
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Quit fast, get Casper
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I’m so proud and cocky
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Can’t let you cowards stop me
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Come through ’em cow and suck these
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With the shower posse
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And we all got tats
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Pull up in your jacks
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And we will leave yo ass (wet)
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That’s a bet
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Then I’m a jet
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Cause I just got a text from my ex
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Say she wanna have sex
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Better yet she just gotta check
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Then leave it up to me to collect
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I’ma have her in deck
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And she can’t even invest
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And yes
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I guess
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It’s on to the next
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Fit the crown on my sweats
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Threw the chrome in the Lex
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Left, now I’m on the phone with her best
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Next, I’ma get some dome and leave her messed
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All these wet girls
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Are prone to arrest
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Cause they heavy a plus
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And they pussy be the best
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[Hook]
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Wet
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| E-40 |
