She got it wet soaking wet gotta go jet skiing. Girl, you're the best, I mean it. I ain't gon' flex, I mean it. This song was sung by YFN Lucci and written by Billy Garcia, Jaguyus Smith & YFN Lucci.
She Got It Wet Soaking Wet Gotta Go Jet Skiing Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, look
[Chorus]
s-x, I need some wet sheet
Neck, I need some becky
Yeah, I'm a lil' manish, yeah
Kiss on your belly, yeah
She got that wet sheet, yeah
She got that wet sheet, yeah
She got that wet sheet, uh
She got that wet sheet
[Verse 1]
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 beech to New York
I put that beech 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--k 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 neega 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 neega, 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 beech 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]
s-x, I need some wet sheet
Neck, I need some becky
Yeah, I'm a lil' manish, yeah
Kiss on your belly, yeah
She got that wet sheet, yeah
She got that wet sheet, yeah
She got that wet sheet, uh
She got that wet sheet
[Verse 2]
We can f--k in the back of my ride
On the balcony all outside
In the master suite, we out of town
I'ma f--k you 'til the sun go down
I want you, you want me and my love
I want loyalty, then I want love
Wanna argue with me about trust
Girl, where would you be without us? Huh
She got that wet, soaking wet
Girl, let's go jet-skiing
Girl, you're the best, I mean it
I ain't gon' flex, I mean it
Four by four, took the doors off
She suckin', I'm takin her clothes off
She suckin' like she ain't got no teeth in her mouth
Go 'head, beech, show out
I'm pullin' her weave, hope I don't pull her track out
Pull off in a Trackhawk
Lil' bougie beech, I blew her back out
Lil' booty beech, she got an a$$ now
Yeah, I caught her in Magic
Think the first night, I smashed it
Caught an audible, pa$$ed it
I like my hos naughty and nasty
I love when them hos call me daddy
[Chorus]
s-x, I need some wet sheet
Neck, I need some becky
Yeah, I'm a lil' manish, yeah
Kiss on your belly, yeah
She got that wet sheet, yeah
She got that wet sheet, yeah
She got that wet sheet, uh
She got that wet sheet, yeah