Cam'Ron - Wet Wipes lyrics

rate me

Killa, Killa, Killa, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch, DipSet Bitch

D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

Them niggaz 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 hoe

That was her boo, yes sir true

But I collect the chicken, call me Purdue

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

D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn

They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal

Honored the honesty mommy illage villa I promise you

I come once a year, I'm like the carnival

They all talk about me, call him Donahue

It's the don in you, nope it's the Kris in me

The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b

Yes Sicily ricery, 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 sense 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 niggaz know the deal, pop the golden seal

Candy apple rain drops, Soul For Real

No singer b, sling Heavy D

Ready rock, killa 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 your Japanese, Lebanese

Chinese, Siamese, just be from the seven seas

I was wrapin a L, I got trapped in a smell

Perfume, bag, hat, all matchin Chenelle

Ohh you a baler boo, how tall are you

5'6" 150, I need all of you

She had a candy chocha, como te llamo Josa

Lets meet her family, let me hit, Sammy Sosa

I know you first class, I'm a jet flight

No take off, first get ya wet wipes