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Kanye West
by Young Thug

(Wet-wet) Jeffery, 'long side Wyclef
And the girls love the Shotta boys with big toys, yeah
(Swear to God I ain't lyin')
(Nigga you can't do that)

Bet it all, bet it all
She pulled up in a Benz truck
She nail it up, she nail it up
She peacock wit the colors
Middle finger, stick it up
If you ain't never gave a fuck
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

(Wamp-wamp) She, wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Bet that
(Wamp-wamp) She wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Aye
(Wamp-wamp) Wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Nigga bet that
(Wamp-wamp) I'mma get you wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she should bet that
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
Lil mama should bet that
Wet-wet, ay
Bet that, lil mama, wet-wet

Bet that 'cause I'm 75% that lil mama got some wet-wet
Psh, it's wet-wet now she squirt it on the bed
She squirt on me, left a fuckin' mess
Uh, I'm a vet but I'm ready to settle down
I don't wanna know what's next
It don't matter what I do tonight
'Cause I'mma know you the best-best-best, yes
I'm stand up like the cash talk to you baby
You can rest I’ll let the bands walk to you baby
Yeah fashion bop to you, ay
100 xans, crushed up, talk to ya baby
I ain't never playin', you the main baby
When I die, I'mma leave somethin' for you baby
Got an anniversary planned baby

Bet it all, bet it all
She pulled up in a Benz truck
She nail it up, she nail it up
She peacock wit the colors
Middle finger, stick it up
If you ain't never gave a fuck
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

(Wamp-wamp) She, wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Bet that
(Wamp-wamp) She wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Aye
(Wamp-wamp) Wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Nigga bet that
(Wamp-wamp) I'mma get you wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she should bet that
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
Lil mama should bet that
Wet-wet, ay
Bet that, lil mama, wet-wet

Jeffery be easy
After sex she gon' wanna get married
Seen many men on Maury
Claimin' the kid they my baby
But taste the cake
I gotta have her, shower to the big red sofa chair
Play truth or dare
Jumpin' in the pool with no swim wear gear
You keep me weird lookin' like a peacock
Everytime we press see the rooster
Feelin' like the b block time shift
Number one Haitain, she in love with the voodoo sex
Flippin' on the mat yo
Like olympians in Rio
Blast off like the rocket man
Piano scream so loud, dolphins hear the signal

Bet it all, bet it all
She pulled up in a Benz truck
She nail it up, she nail it up
She peacock wit the colors
Middle finger, stick it up
If you ain't never gave a fuck
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

(Wamp-wamp) She, wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Bet that
(Wamp-wamp) She wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Aye
(Wamp-wamp) Wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Nigga bet that
(Wamp-wamp) I'mma get you wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she should bet that
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
Lil mama should bet that
Wet-wet, ay
Bet that, lil mama, wet-wet

Bet it up, yeah yeah, bet it up, yeah
When I fuck it I'mma fuck it fuck it up yeah
I ain't pillow talking, ain't tryna get stuck with
A fat bitch, fuck around and be your lunch
Good problem, you can't never and you stuck with it
Girl I see you tryna inchy inchy up with me
Long as you operate your own motherfucking business
I'mma make sure that you never go without, get it
Trap phone and its still on
Good eyes, you can't do wrong
Good feet looking unique
Pockets fat like Monique
Got a trophy with the Rollie
Now she acting like she owe me, owe me
Yeah, you don't ever ever owe me
Good luck like a four leaf, four leaf

Bet it all, bet it all
She pulled up in a Benz truck
She nail it up, she nail it up
She peacock wit the colors
Middle finger, stick it up
If you ain't never gave a fuck
Get behind her, put it in her butt
Then beat it up

(Wamp-wamp) She, wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Bet that
(Wamp-wamp) She wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Aye
(Wamp-wamp) Wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Nigga bet that
(Wamp-wamp) I'mma get you wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she should bet that
(Wamp-wamp) Lil mama, she wet-wet
Lil mama should bet that
Wet-wet, ay
Bet that, lil mama, wet-wet

Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: JEFFERY WILLIAMS, JOSHUA CROSS, WESLEY TYLER GLASS, WYCLEF JEAN

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