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Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh Trap lookin' like Cabo Cantina With a bad bitch and she look like Selena I was talkin' to that cat like Sabrina And she got that water like it's Hurricane Katrina Lil' mama wet I hang with worked out, turnt out niggas Move a lot of weight like I work out with 'em Your nigga, he a bitch and you twerk down with him Lil' ma got that wet and I'ma drown in it That BBL look good in that Bottega Can't fuck your friend if you gon' be a hater Bitch, I'm goin' up like a damn skyscraper I ain't worried 'bout nothin' except my paper Courtside, sippin' lean by the Lakers Shippin' in packs all the way to Decatur Bust a brick down, cut it open with a razor I'm sellin' MDMA like a ravеr Glock with a laser, Evisu with Bapesta She gon' fuck thе team, why the hell you try to save her? Glock with a laser, Evisus with Bapestas She gon' fuck the team, why the hell you try to save her, nigga? Lil' mama wet (Wet) Letras de cancionesMa got that wet (Wet) She got that wet (Wet) Ma got that wet (Wet) My diamonds is wet You see a nigga ballin', no Juju Bitch said, "You never text me back," I say, "Who you?" I be hooked on that pussy like voodoo, voila If I ever disappear, I'm in her tutu, tada When yo' bitch be suckin' on my dick, I tell her, "Spit on it" Smile on my face every time that she sit on it Finna treat this beat like a toilet seat, shit on it Heard the opps was hangin' out and got wet, we slid on 'em I fuck with nasty-ass westside bitches (Bitches) Eastside hoes, pick 'em up in the trenches (East) In Milwaukee, I got more hoes than Dame Lillard (On my mama) She a project bitch, but I treat her like a princess We pull up Hellcat, Maybach, Benzes (Yeah) Yeah, I still fucked despite these hatin'-ass niggas (Niggas hate) Feel like Popeye, I turn up when I get spinach (I get spinach) I can't even lie, I like take niggas bitches (Yeah, I do) All the homies fried, they just pulled up with extensions Niggas pop it on the internet, in person, niggas crickets (Niggas hoes) All my bitches in the house, homebodies, friendless (Homebodies, friendless) I want your ID and I went Chrome Heart britches (Chrome Heart britches) Yeah, she got that wet, top crazy, keep spittin' (Keep spittin') I keep sayin' I'm done with this bitch, I keep hittin' (I keep hittin') Ain't on shit, I'm in the house, fresh as fuck, chillin' (Yeah, chillin') Big Rick pants, tryna put a hundred in 'em (Put a hundred in 'em) Bitches at my table, we don't want no niggas (We don't want no niggas) Fuck 'em good, make 'em crazy, then stop fuckin' with 'em (Make 'em crazy) Leave the club with hoes, pilin' up the feelin' (Pilin' up the feelin') Yeah, she got that wet, yeah, it sound like somethin' spillin' (Sound like somethin' spillin') Lil' mama wet (Wet) Ma got that wet (Wet) She got that wet (Wet) Ma got that wet (Wet) From Letras Mania