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Couple mil on the gram
Blue check
That bitch wet
Slid her bands
For the brands
Lost her pants
That bitch wet
Pull up in a foreign
Now she's like who's next
Who
You
That bitch wet
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Closed mouths don't get fed
Not your legs
You should be aiming for his bag
Not his bed
Oh you heard that he a thug
You like em bad
You bitches pressed for the press
I'm bout a check
I be working for the pension
These bitches working attention
Talking cap shit
Never back shit
And it's all for a mention
For these niggaz they pretending
Give a fuck if u offended
Bitch how u let your pussy be cheap
But your clothes be expensive
Ass fat
She tape it off with caution now
She said her feet hurt
I wonder why she won't sit down
At the party quiet
Cause she don't go out often now
See a nigga walk in
Allasudden she talking now
Oh now she wet
Poke out her chest
Ain't nothing wrong with her clothes
But she fixing her dress
Long as some nigga looking
Oh now she set
I guess he next
That bitch is wet
Couple mil on the gram
Blue check
That bitch wet
Slid her bands
For the brands
Lost her pants
That bitch wet
Pull up in a foreign
Now she's like who's next
Who
You
That bitch wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
That bitch wet
Wet
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Wet
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That bitch wet
Blue check
That bitch wet
Slid her bands
For the brands
Lost her pants
That bitch wet
Pull up in a foreign
Now she's like who's next
Who
You
That bitch wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
That bitch wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
That bitch wet
Closed mouths don't get fed
Not your legs
You should be aiming for his bag
Not his bed
Oh you heard that he a thug
You like em bad
You bitches pressed for the press
I'm bout a check
I be working for the pension
These bitches working attention
Talking cap shit
Never back shit
And it's all for a mention
For these niggaz they pretending
Give a fuck if u offended
Bitch how u let your pussy be cheap
But your clothes be expensive
Ass fat
She tape it off with caution now
She said her feet hurt
I wonder why she won't sit down
At the party quiet
Cause she don't go out often now
See a nigga walk in
Allasudden she talking now
Oh now she wet
Poke out her chest
Ain't nothing wrong with her clothes
But she fixing her dress
Long as some nigga looking
Oh now she set
I guess he next
That bitch is wet
Couple mil on the gram
Blue check
That bitch wet
Slid her bands
For the brands
Lost her pants
That bitch wet
Pull up in a foreign
Now she's like who's next
Who
You
That bitch wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
That bitch wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
Wet
That bitch wet
Credits
Writer(s): Keisha Yarrell
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