Sex me, don't caress me I'm good, I don't wanna be your bestie She like, "Wet me like a jet-ski" Get flee in a white tee You can't be my wifey, you're just like me Beat her to it, I'ma do it if she let me, yeah Two hundred on my neck, it get icy, yeah

Standin' outside, y'all It's raining, children Gettin' soaking wet And it's raining, y'all Been put out, y'all Nowhere to go, children People all ask me, son Tell me what's wrong with you Tell 'em I've been sick, y'all, yeah

Wanna feel what's in your heart pressed against your lips Set this room on fire with a long wet kiss Wanna take you in my arms wrap you in romance Wanna midnight slow dance I've been watchin' you for hours You've been lookin' my way too Maybe I'll just

I said you could have whatever you like (if you like) Stacks on deck Patrone on ice And we can pop bottles all night And baby you could have whatever you like (if you like) Late night sex so wet so tight I'll gas up a jet for you tonight And baby you

Don't have nothing for you Wouldn't it be fun Teacher said The Preacher said Wet your bed Afraid to grade Cross says floss Sun felt numb

Diamonds on fleek (Fleek), I'ma rock her to sleep (Sleep, sleep) She get geeked (Geeked), no sleep, Percocet freak (Perky) Bought her a plain Philippe (Philippe) You part of the team, you unique (Unique) She eat it like Lean Cuisine She wet like a

Beer or whiskey if you're with me, wet your lips Starting this night off so right with Just a sip, just a sip Gonna be mm hmm so good, mm hmm so nice What gives you courage to walk up to a ten in a bar What turns the nervous into a rockstar What gets you

Whiskey river, take my mind Don't let her memory torture me Whiskey river, don't run dry You're all I got, take care of me I'm drowning in a whiskey river Bathin' my memory in mind in the wetness of its soul Feeling the amber current flowing from my mind

Oh, you don't form in the wet sand Elementary, son, but it's soul I'd like to say we did it for the better, oh I thought about it and I brought it out I'm motivated by the lack of doubt You don't form at all My shadow side, so amplified

Angel angel of Harlem It was a cold and wet December day When we touched the ground at JFK Snow was melting on the ground On BLS I heard the sound Of an angel New York, like a Christmas tree Tonight this city belongs to me