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Ohgeesy - Wet Lyrics

[Intro: Kalan.FrFr]
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

[Verse 1: OhGeesy]
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?
[Chorus: Kalan.FrFr]
Lil' mama wet (Wet)
Ma got that wet (Wet)
She got that wet (Wet)
Ma got that wet (Wet)

[Verse 2: Wallie the Sensei]
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

[Verse 3: Jeeezy]
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)
[Verse 4: BlueBucksClan DJ]
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')

[Chorus: Kalan.FrFr]
Lil' mama wet (Wet)
Ma got that wet (Wet)
She got that wet (Wet)
Ma got that wet (Wet)