Wet Wipes - The Alchemist

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