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WAP lyrics

    Modern music amirite guys?
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    I said, certified freak
    Seven days a week
    Wet-ass pussy
    Make that pull-out game weak, woo (ah)
    
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy
    Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
    Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
    
    Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge
    Extra large and extra hard
    Put this pussy right in your face
    Swipe your nose like a credit card
    Hop on top, I wanna ride
    I do a kegel while it's inside
    Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes
    This pussy is wet, come take a dive
    Tie me up like I'm surprised
    Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise
    I want you to park that big Mack truck
    Right in this little garage
    Make it cream, make me scream
    Out in public, make a scene
    I don't cook, I don't clean
    But let me tell you how I got this ring (ayy, ayy)
    
    Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah)
    Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah)
    I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be
    I'll run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me (pow, pow)
    Talk your shit, bite your lip (yeah)
    Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)
    You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang (yeah)
    He already made his mind up 'fore he came (ayy, ah)
    Now get your boots and your coat (ah, ah, ah)
    For this wet-ass pussy
    He bought a phone just for pictures
    Of this wet-ass pussy (click, click, click)
    Pay my tuition just to kiss me
    On this wet-ass pussy (mwah, mwah, mwah)
    Now make it rain if you wanna
    See some wet-ass pussy (yeah, yeah)
    
    Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker
    I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker
    Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra
    With a hook in it, hope it lean over
    He got some money, then that's where I'm headed
    Pussy A1, just like his credit
    He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it
    I let him taste it, now he diabetic
    I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp
    I wanna gag, I wanna choke
    I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing
    That swing in the back of my throat
    My head game is fire, punani Dasani
    It's going in dry and it's coming out soggy
    I ride on that thang like the cops is behind me (yeah, ah)
    I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo
    
    Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes
    Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating
    Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in
    Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating (ah)
    In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya
    If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder
    Big D stand for big demeanor
    I could make you bust before I ever meet ya
    If it don't hang, then he can't bang
    You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain
    If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"
    When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name
    Ah (whores in this house)
    
    Yeah, yeah, yeah
    Yeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussy
    Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
    Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
    Now from the top, make it drop
    That's some wet-ass pussy
    Now get a bucket and a mop
    That's some wet-ass pussy
    I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP
    That's some wet-ass pussy
    Macaroni in a pot
    That's some wet-ass pussy, huh
    
    (There's some whores in this house)
    (There's some whores in this house)