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wet (remix) - yfn lucci lyrics

[intro: yfn lucci]
(think it’s a game)
yeah, look

[chorus: yfn lucci]
s*x, i need some wet sh*t (oh, oh)
neck, i need some becky
yeah, i’m a lil’ manish, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
kiss on your belly, yeah
she got that wet sh*t, yeah (oh yeah)
she got that wet sh*t, yeah (oh yeah, she got that wet sh*t)
she got that wet sh*t, uh (wet)
she got that wet sh*t

[verse 1: yfn lucci]
hey, girl, how you doing? look, i’m double*r, girl, i’m a star
just like the ceiling i got on my car
just like the ceiling, girl, take off your top
look, i’m with a hottie, so i flew that b*tch to new york
i put that b*tch in new york, huh
i put on christian dior, huh
i pull up bentley truck, huh
i pull up bentley truck, huh
i put my trust in her, huh
she know she just like a drug
she come through and wet me up
she my lil’ freak in disguise
gettin’ head while i’m grippin’ her thigh
she on my head, i don’t even know why
she in the bed, we gon’ need more time
she keep it wet, i don’t need no dry
f*ck me good, i don’t need no lies
uh, uh, girl, glad i tried
go’n bend over, you don’t even know how to ride
love me forever, i don’t need no change
turn a n*gga down when you see me on the train
couple weeks later, when you see me, i’m your type
next time you see a young n*gga, i’m pipe, yeah
i am not regular, this not a tesla
i’m with a baddie, ate her like an edible
i’m in a v12 eatin’ vegetables
i’m in the back of this b*tch with my leg up
she got that waterfall, she got that wet stuff
she got that wet*wet, i’m tryna bless that, huh
girl, where you want me to nut at? yeah
girl, where you want me to nut at? yeah
[chorus: yfn lucci & mulatto]
s*x, i need some wet sh*t (oh, oh)
neck, i need some becky
yeah, i’m a lil’ manish, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
kiss on your belly, yeah
she got that wet sh*t, yeah (big ‘latto)
she got that wet sh*t, yeah (oh yeah, she got that wet sh*t)
she got that wet sh*t, uh (wet)
she got that wet sh*t

[verse 2: mulatto]
he got me screamin’, he got me creamin’ (creamin’)
i just might stay at his house for the weekend (yeah)
this p*ssy leakin’, he got me singin’
i ain’t no spitter, i swallow that s*m*n (yeah)
i grip on them ankles when i get on top (top)
he like missionary so then we gon’ swap (swap)
after i’m done, he gon’ need a mop (wet)
treat me like a lady, f*ck me like a thot (oh)
when you f*ck me, look me in my eyes (eyes)
made that p*ssy grip when he inside (inside)
wake up and hit from the side (the side)
he ask me if this p*ssy mine (yeah)
choke me, put it in slowly
put it on him, make him catch the holy
p*ssy smackin’, soundin’ like macaroni
i’ma catch them b*lls like a f*ckin’ goalie
f*ck first night, let me change your life
man he tryna turn me into a wife (a wife)
we be goin’ crazy, got him tryna make a baby
i’m his lady, f*ck it then i just might (i just might)
ride on that d*ck like a bike (bike)
raw b*tch, i spit on that mic’ (yeah)
he text me “come see me tonight” (tonight, hmm)
i’ma f*ck him on sight
[chorus: yfn lucci]
s*x, i need some wet sh*t (oh, oh)
neck, i need some becky
yeah, i’m a lil’ manish, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah)
kiss on your belly, yeah
she got that wet sh*t, yeah (oh yeah)
she got that wet sh*t, yeah (oh yeah, she got that wet sh*t)
she got that wet sh*t, uh (wet)
she got that wet sh*t

- yfn lucci lyrics

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