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letra de wet 'em up! - sadtrojan

[hook: sadtrojan]
ayy, yeah, i heard he a b-tch, we gon’ wet ’em up
got my hand on her throat, b-tch, she wettin’ up
if he talk on my name we gon’ set ’em up
yeah, she wanted to slide, told her back that up
she gon’ let me hit, told her, “batter up”
stackin’ all my money, need a ladder up, mm
need a calculator, you ain’t addin’ up
only with the talkin’, he gon’ chatter up, mm, ayy

[verse 1: sadtrojan]
yeah, i got the drip on my body, huh
i like the way that she ride it, uh
i got a tool like o’reilly, huh
my belt worth a lot like karate, huh
he can get caught in thе lobby
i got a strap in the whip riding shotty
beat it up, beat it, shе walk like a zombie
i do this sh-t for the bread, not a hobby
yo’ b-tch on my page, double tap that, mm
she gon’ show the booty on my snapchat
put the chopper to his head, i bet he won’t clap back
if he talk down, on his head like a snapback
i’m in the whip and that sh-t painted matte black
only want me for the d, told her, “get back”
i’m cookin’ fire, i might need a chef hat
my wrist on water, i’m feelin’ like flapjack
i got the forgi’s, i’m swervin’
look at her, she picture perfect
she hit me up but you know that i’m curvin’
she like my pics, i looked better in person
got in my bag, i’m not talkin’ no birkin
she let me sign her body up in cursive
she ’bout to cheat on him, she think i’m worth it
heard he a clown, we send him to the circus
[verse 2: dasgasdom3]
straight to the game with my head on
n-ggas be snitchin’, they fed, why they dead wrong?
i’m from the ville where they said it’s no hope
i got 99 problems, ain’t goin’ back broke
they plan on your n-ggas, i know it turn fed
then they see all the good but they wishin’ i’m dead
i’m scopin’ the opps, turn the lights when we aim at yo’ head
got the block movin’ silent, we searchin’ for red
so many n-ggas be lurkin’
paintin’ my path, i was stuck on the road
i’m paper-chasin’, ain’t know why they hatin’
n-ggas be p-ssies and b-tches be hoes
wet ’em up, wet ’em up, talk on the net
no, we takin’ no dirt, b-tch, you know we gon’ set ’em up
step on the set, wish you would take a step
it’s a gun, not a pet, i be wishing you better luck
i be that n-gga, woo-walk on a b-tch
know that we flossin’, they lost in this b-tch
i seen the jealousy break off a couple
so watch how you talkin’, get popped in this b-tch
maison margiela my kick and my sweater
you might f-ck my b-tch but yo’ b-tches do better
they laugh at my ways ’cause a young n-gga paid
i can’t have you complaining, i’m pushin’ the pedal
[hook: sadtrojan]
ayy, yeah, i heard he a b-tch, we gon’ wet ’em up
got my hand on her throat, b-tch, she wettin’ up
if he talk on my name we gon’ set ’em up
yeah, she wanted to slide, told her back that up
she gon’ let me hit, told her, “batter up”
stackin’ all my money, need a ladder up, mm
need a calculator, you ain’t addin’ up
only with the talkin’, he gon’ chatter up, mm, ayy

- sadtrojan

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