[Verse 1: E-40] I’m locked in I’m in a zone I’m blanking Train rec got da whole room stanking I’m feeling like I’m ‘posed to be And sober is my enemy Baileys n Landy, that’s the remedy Money and power that’s a friend of me Chain licking like I'm Mini-Me Campaigning like a Kennedy They ain’t got no idea, where this finna be Getcha wet make you sweat out your perm Bay boy talk slicker than worm sperm I used to ride with yola in my drawers 1970 cut less, wet as Niagara Falls I’m so wet I need a cloft (wipe me down) Popo tryin' to dry a motherfucker off My hydroponics will make you cough Off dat under water weed keep smoking like a bad exhaust You mad cause I got your bitch wetter than bed weather You have to dry like a sweater bro I’m the reason she left ya I threw a party in her mouth than we fucked on her mama’s couch Now she fuckin witta boss she ain’t fuckin wit no slouch Man I go bad like a bad tooth It’s real that I’m caught loose My 40 calibre is my ooze You game goofy motherfuckers is false man I’m the truth The proof Respect A vet Bootch!
[Hook: Ya Boy / E-40] I get her (wet) – I get her (wet) I miss dat (wet) – I miss dat (wet) She say I’m (wet) – She say I’m (wet) Burner on my hip Nigga don’t get (wet)
[Verse 2: Ya Boy] They gon’ have to hunt for me It’s something clean Wetter than a submarine Or sub-machine Funds are mean YB got mad cash Shittin on niggas just wait till the gas pass Kush fillin' the room niggas need gas masks All Blackjack 15’s kickin like van Damme Nigga on my momma we (wet) like a ocean Say we ain’t the dopest Nigga whatcha smoking Gotta be da sherm If it ain’t money than it’s not in my concern Money to blow, matter fact money to burn See her money is mines but my money ain’t hers Flyest nigga standin on da corner of the curb Cup full of grey goose, wrap full of herb Always been a hustler Fuck what you heard Even outta school I had work like a nerd YB da rock star fly as a bird Everybody know Ya Boy da shit like a ? Pickin it up I know you see the pot ‘sturb The realest in the game you niggas imposters
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[Verse 3: Cousin Fik] 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 Quit fast, get Casper I’m so proud and cocky Can’t let you cowards stop me Come through ’em cow and suck these With the shower posse And we all got tats Pull up in your jacks And we will leave yo ass (wet) That’s a bet Then I’m a jet Cause I just got a text from my ex Say she wanna have sex Better yet she just gotta check Then leave it up to me to collect I’ma have her in deck And she can’t even invest And yes I guess It’s on to the next Fit the crown on my sweats Threw the chrome in the Lex Left, now I’m on the phone with her best Next, I’ma get some dumb and leave her messed All these wet girls Are prone to arrest Cause they heavy a plus And they pussy be the best
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