Correction Lyrics Wetty (Freestyle) by Kevin Gates

Featuring(s) : Freestyle

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AXL (AXL, AXL)
Yeah
Khaza

Eroticism for the first time when I drove you back outta Texas (Texas, woah)
Different feeling in the front room by the fireplace when we sexin' (Oh)
Move the mirror to the bedroom so I can see you, only if you let me (Oh)
Blood all on my ugh, ate you on the rag, I know I’m aggressive (Uh)
Because of the quarantine, we been meeting up, goin' joggin' together (Oh)
Calisthenics, stretching (Stretch), fitness, preference (Preference)
Kettle bell, deadlift (Yeah), plyometrics (Yeah)
Question, tell me, hey, why you so sexy? (Yeah)
Nike tights with the Vapormax, with your back out doing core work (Ooh)
Made love when we f**ked first, tonight go to show you how the Lord work
Plain Jane, not flashy (Uh-uh)
Workin' out, busy craftin' (Yeah)
Heart froze and my soul cold
Might need to put on a jacket (Brr)
She favor Lori Harvey[?], take d**k in the ass, I love her she nasty (Brr)
Trickin' on her, bought a bag
Life was depressin', she makin' me happy (For real?)
Small altercation, I ain't with my main
But I'm in the route of advancin'

I cut off my finger to save my hand and this is how I got established
I cut off a knee them made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson (Wow)
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him (Uh)
I sold hard with the gun c*cked, I'm in the streets and the pack callin'
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
This here goin' to Virginia, got a hunnid ki's in a black Honda

You doin' that times ten, brick it, sell legit, on the truck haulin'
They don't wanna see me win, b*t*h ass friends want me in the mud crawlin'
Took the hurt that they give, worked it with the pen, started coming up off it (Huh)
I cannot pretend, slide in your DM, you know that's a plug callin'
I was only here to help, f**k with you, uplift you, that's enough talkin' (For real?)
I would not open up to them again, your man, they show a love caution
I believed in myself, won't become salty, look at what comes after
.762 clip, this a high power fiber optic, firin' at you
Read a news clip about the virus, not excited, I forgot all about it
Need all the space, now give me some room
Turn up the bass and it goin' boom
Tatted the face of a hater, was sadly mistaken but Kevin won't get it removed
What Mr. T gotta think, if he see how naive I can be, he’ll pity the fool
Now I pay attention to what's in my spirit 'cause it done got clearer, it tell me to the move
Don't give it no energy, don't even mention it, all of that envy will come back to you
My name in the scripture, I'm one of them hitters
I'm back on my sh*t and I know what to do (Listen)

Listen, I cut off my finger to save my hand, that's how I got established (Yeah)
I cut off a knee them made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson (Yeah)
My heart goes out to Young Chop, and the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun c*cked, I'm in the streets and them pack callin'
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
This here goin' to Virginia, got a hunnid ki's in a black Honda

A hunnid ki's in a black Honda
A hunnid ki's in a black Honda
My heart goes out to Young Chop, and the industry they gon' blackball him
Crash site seven minutes from my house, rest in peace to the Black Mamba
I sold hard with the gun c*cked, I'm in the streets and them pack callin'
This here goin' to Virginia, got a hunnid ki's in a black Honda

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