Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wet Wipes, artist - The Alchemist. Date of issue: 05.03.2012
Song language: English
Wet Wipes |
| Them niggas pumpin' dimes, trunk pumpin' mine |
| I really make cake, you could call me Duncan Hines |
| Had a drunken mind, club wobbled out |
| Next stop, start trouble inside the waffle house |
| Mmm, click the nine, yup skip the line |
| Looked at home boy yo, your bitch is mine |
| Had a little knife, tried to flick his shine |
| Had a big gat, click clack, hit recline |
| Don’t ever complain, over no dumb dame |
| See you big money, I’ll turn 'em to chump change |
| Let my muscles show, cause I’m like Russell Crowe |
| Beautiful mind, took his bitch, hustle ho |
| That was her boo, yes sir true |
| But I collect the chicken, call me Perdue |
| His ex-wife, a new sex life |
| But ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it, go get ya wet wipes |
| Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes |
| Go get ya wet wipes, go get ya wet wipes |
| I see your head lights, they lookin' dead nice |
| They got me sayin' |
| They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal |
| Honored the honesty mommy illest villa I promise you |
| I come once a year, I’m like the carnival |
| They all talk about me, call 'em Donahue |
| It’s the Dom in you, nope it’s the Cris in me |
| The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b |
| Your Sicily wristery, don’t mean shit to me |
| Get with me physically, mentally, literally |
| My henchmen, they lynch men |
| They apply the appliances the wrench-men |
| That’s sentence ten, I’ve been attendin' |
| Plaintiff, defendant, sentence, independence |
| But it was said right, I was dead nice |
| And I’m dead wrong, but you’ll die dead right |
| This red ice, chicken wings red rice |
| But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes |
| Y’all niggas know the deal, pop the golden seal |
| Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real |
| No singer b, sling Heavy D |
| Ready rock, kill a cop, steady b |
| Stay steady please, say I bet he squeeze |
| I ain’t on it tonight, I need head for sheez |
| I don’t care if you’re Japanese, Lebanese |
| Chinese, Siamese, just be from the seven seas |
| I was wrappin' a L, I got trapped in a smell |
| Perfume, bag, hat, all matchin Chanel |
| Ohh you a baller boo, how tall are you |
| 5'6″ 150, I need all of you |
| She had a candy chocha, «como te llamas?» |
| «Rosa» |
| Lets be a family, let me hit, Sammy Sosa |
| I know you first class, I’m a jet flight |
| No take off, first get ya wet wipes |