[P-Dro]
I get that pussy wetter than
Wetter than, wetter than its ever been
Weather man, get your damn umbrella man
Rain shells, and look out for the hurri-can
Blaze els, and watch out for the airplanes
Ring bells but don't listen for the jingle
Got married bitches tryna fuck like they single
Text message read boy can't wait to meet you
And greet you and see what that meat do
No doubt I could make that pussy tingle
Yeah, but don't hype this up
Cuz a nigga might be struck by lightning
If I ever think about makin her wifey
That'll be, level 10 blasphemy
You bother me and I'll wring you by ya collar B
I know you see a nigga but my heart is hidden
This is Fayettenam where atheists find religion
When I cop the coupe I'll be flier than a pigeon
Mothers cryin when they're sons come up missin
Aw, but niggas thinkin that they raw
It's levels to this shit and yall stuck on number 4
And how you actin tough when I'm knockin at your door
With that 4-4 pointed right at ya fuckin whore
I wet em
Her legs, fuckin spread em
Dive in a bitch cuz I get that pussy wetter
Never press her, but tip her like a stripper
Yeah all my niggas rippers
Run shit like I'm Hitler
Don't talk shit and run cuz them bullets runnin witcha
Uh huh, and this is the anthem
Throw a couple bands make her prance like I dancer
She askin questions and my dick is the answer
I leave the crib and come back to how I left her
No stress bruh
Nigga get your racks up
It's all a game first till them feds bustin at ya (at ya)
I get that pussy wetter than
Wetter than, wetter than its ever been
Weather man, get your damn umbrella man
Rain shells, and look out for the hurri-can
Blaze els, and watch out for the airplanes
Ring bells but don't listen for the jingle
Got married bitches tryna fuck like they single
Text message read boy can't wait to meet you
And greet you and see what that meat do
No doubt I could make that pussy tingle
Yeah, but don't hype this up
Cuz a nigga might be struck by lightning
If I ever think about makin her wifey
That'll be, level 10 blasphemy
You bother me and I'll wring you by ya collar B
I know you see a nigga but my heart is hidden
This is Fayettenam where atheists find religion
When I cop the coupe I'll be flier than a pigeon
Mothers cryin when they're sons come up missin
Aw, but niggas thinkin that they raw
It's levels to this shit and yall stuck on number 4
And how you actin tough when I'm knockin at your door
With that 4-4 pointed right at ya fuckin whore
I wet em
Her legs, fuckin spread em
Dive in a bitch cuz I get that pussy wetter
Never press her, but tip her like a stripper
Yeah all my niggas rippers
Run shit like I'm Hitler
Don't talk shit and run cuz them bullets runnin witcha
Uh huh, and this is the anthem
Throw a couple bands make her prance like I dancer
She askin questions and my dick is the answer
I leave the crib and come back to how I left her
No stress bruh
Nigga get your racks up
It's all a game first till them feds bustin at ya (at ya)
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