THS Cal - Wet Lyrics

I know he mad for real
Lame nigga ain't tryna get to his bag for real, yeah
Aye, I know he sick for real
F*ck nigga be acting like he a bitch for real, yeah
I'll take my time girl
I'll make it right girl
We can do it, I can feel it, make it cry girl
'Cause I make it wet, yeah
Run up a check, yeah
Don't gotta flex, yeah
Love bites on your neck, yeah
I'll take my time girl
I'll make it right girl
We can do it, I can feel it, make it cry girl
'Cause I make it wet, yeah
Run up a check, yeah
Don't gotta flex, yeah
Love bites on your neck, yeah
While he send her texts on IG, I got her tongue in my mouth
F*ck that nigga, he could never be me
He be talking crazy, he don't know what I'm 'bout
I know she want it, man I don't got a doubt
I'm kissing on her while I'm digging it out
I make it drip while I'm feeling on it 'cause I told you I know how to soak up a drought
I can be a side nigga, main nigga
It don't matter 'cause I know what you love
Call me anytime, I know what you need
Just give me the word when he start acting up
Let me be the one, girl I know what you want
Let's take our time, girl we don't gotta rush
Just let me love you 'cause I know he a crumb
I'm a real nigga and I don't gotta front
Yeah
I know he mad for real
Lame nigga ain't tryna get to his bag for real, yeah
Aye, I know he sick for real
F*ck nigga be acting like he a bitch for real, yeah
I'll take my time girl
I'll make it right girl
We can do it, I can feel it, make it cry girl
'Cause I make it wet, yeah
Run up a check, yeah
Don't gotta flex, yeah
Love bites on your neck, yeah
I'll take my time girl
I'll make it right girl
We can do it, I can feel it, make it cry girl
'Cause I make it wet, yeah
Run up a check, yeah
Don't gotta flex, yeah
Love bites on your neck, yeah
Got in it once now I got her in love
Her nigga mad and I don't give a f*ck
Talk out his neck and I'm lighting him up
You call me papi, I'm wifing you girl
He give you Prada, I'll give you the world
I'm in it, I'm running my hand in your curls
You said that you wet so let me be the judge
I'm that nigga baby, let me be the one
I'm not for that entertaining shit
I'm tired of you having me wait and shit
She said if she needed to choose, then THS Cal is the one that she f*cking wit'
My feelings on love is so moderate
But why do I feel so the opposite
'Cause I gave it all that I had
I f*ck wit' baby 'cause she in her bag
I'm not for that entertaining shit
I'm tired of you having me wait and shit
She said if she needed to choose, then THS Cal is the one that she f*cking wit'
My feelings on love is so moderate
But why do I feel so the opposite
'Cause I gave it all that I had
I f*ck wit' baby 'cause she in her bag
I'll take my time girl
I'll make it right girl
We can do it, I can feel it, make it cry girl
'Cause I make it wet, yeah
Run up a check, yeah
Don't gotta flex, yeah
Love bites on your neck, yeah
I'll take my time girl
I'll make it right girl
We can do it, I can feel it, make it cry girl
'Cause I make it wet, yeah
Run up a check, yeah
Don't gotta flex, yeah
Love bites on your neck, yeah