paroles de chanson Wet Like a Boat - Lil Duke , Lil Yachty , Lil Keed

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Mitch Mula, drop that bumboclaat

Diamonds they wet like a boat
Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast
Couldn't keep his mouth closed, I know that he told
Got drum on the stick, if we shoot, he gon' pour
I bust in her mouth, leave it swole like a toad
Slime his ass out, bet we get all the load
We pour up the red, it's more than a deuce
Fuck a Hellcat, we in Bentleys, the coupe
Drop the top, feel the wind
In the Ferrari redder than Clifford
In a safari, my neck on a river
My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard
I'm with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot
Got them vibes in Atlanta like Uncle Luke
I'm in the back, my bitch is a model
She blow on my dick like a wooden flute

Keed don't talk to nobody for free
Heard he be gettin' his water from G
Boat gettin' his water from Z
Ice my neck, give me some skis

Roll with my dawgs like some motherfuckin' fleas
Bet I got so many hoes overseas
Got a bitch named Alicia that play with them keys
Elliot diamonds, they cold like a freezer
Do the bitch wrong, then I might try to please her
Niggas so turnt, bitch, broke off the meter
Chopper, they shook his ass up like a seizure
They see the gang, get amnesia
Bitch, I'm with Keed and Big Boat
Vibes everywhere, tryna race to they throat
Drop the frontend if you want a show
He want a verse, I'ma send him a quote
Get in the booth and just go
I never wrote down no note
I know these niggas some hoes
If they drownin', I won't even throw them a float
All of my young niggas tote
All of my niggas, they go
YSL ballin' for real
And I walked in the mall and spent ten on a coat (Slatt)

Diamonds they wet like a boat
Whole lot of hundreds, man, I need some toast
Couldn't keep his mouth closed, I know that he told
Got drum on the stick, if we shoot, he gon' pour
I bust in her mouth, leave it swole like a toad
Slime his ass out, bet we get all the load
We pour up the red, it's more than a deuce
Fuck a Hellcat, we in Bentleys, the coupe
Drop the top, feel the wind
In the Ferrari redder than Clifford
In a safari, my neck on a river
My shooter from Portland, nickname him Lillard
I'm with Lil Duke, he so ready to shoot
Got them vibes in Atlanta like Uncle Luke
I'm in the back, my bitch is a model
She blow on my dick like a wooden flute

Back with a whole 'nother verse
I'm in the front of the line like a hearse
Get out of line and get murked
Rap and I shoot, that's a gift and a curse
I cannot Milly Rock, I'm tryna cop me a new Richard Mille
I really came from the bottom
Young nigga grindin' so hard, I was just trappin' and dealin'
No, we do not got no feelings
Yes, we gon' shoot at his ceiling
Runnin' with robbers and killers
We put that iron in his mouth like a filling
Then catch your bitch, give her sexual healing
Chasin' the bag, tryna get me some millions
I hit the trap and I made me a killing
Boy, your friend crazy, boy, take you some, really
These lil' niggas be killin' me
I cannot fuck with no leech
Can't bring no sand to the beach
I make the call and I make the hit
I make my young niggas eat

We get the bag, yeah, back to back
So many hoes, yeah, we fuckin', they chose
She tryna ball like cancer and I'm the G.O.A.T
Came from the rags to riches, me, Duke, and Lil Boat (Woo)
We tote these fifties in coach (Woo)
I'm callin' the plays like the coach (Woo)
I got on Water by G (Woo)
These diamonds, they wet like your ho

Ayy, nigga, I'm real as they come
Keep an SK with a drum
Earring as big as a thumb
My bitch got ass like a peach
My bitch got ass like a plum
These new niggas know they my son
I give 'em the drip for fun, bee