WET

Yeah… uh-huh.

It’s that splash season, baby.

Don’t just get me started — get me wet.

Walk in the room, lights dim, bass low,

Silk on skin, got the body on glow.

He bite his lip when I bend that way,

Said he like it nasty — boy, don’t play.

I’m the wave you can’t predict,

Drip too cold, make your heartbeat skip.

He talk big game, I said, “Prove that threat,”

You talkin’ slick, can you make me wet?

How many tongues wanna taste this crown?

How many boys can I break right down?

How many nights till I drown this bed?

I don’t moan soft, I just moan fed.

I’m wet — yeah, wetter than a dream,

Drippin’ in diamonds, body on steam.

Touch it slow, make me sweat,

You want the gold? Gotta earn that bet.

I’m wet — yeah, wetter than sin,

Say it with your mouth, not just your grin.

Can you handle heat when the king get set?

Talk that talk, make me wet.

He said, “Damn, baby, what’s your vice?”

I said, “Money, tongue, and crushed-ice nights.”

Pop that cork, let the champagne spray,

I’m the freak they warned you ‘bout anyway.

Bedroom flooded, call it sea of lust,

Hands where I want ‘em, hips on thrust.

Don’t need love — I need respect,

’Cause when I snap back, I leave ‘em wrecked.

How many strokes till you lose your nerve?

How many moans can your name deserve?

How many times can you make me plead?

If you do it right, I just might feed.

I’m wet — yeah, wetter than a dream,

Drippin’ in diamonds, body on steam.

Touch it slow, make me sweat,

You want the gold? Gotta earn that bet.

I’m wet — yeah, wetter than sin,

Say it with your mouth, not just your grin.

Can you handle heat when the king get set?

Talk that talk, make me wet.

Slide, baby, slide, make the floor slick,

Grip tight, tongue right, make it tick, tick, tick.

If you can’t swim, don’t dive in yet,

You drownin’ in me, boy, I’m wet.

I’m wet — yeah, wetter than the night,

Lights off now, but the shine still bright.

Hands up, face down, drench that sweat,

You talk freak, baby, match that set.

I’m wet — can you handle the mess?

King of the room, crown on my chest.

Don’t call it love, just call it respect —

’Cause when I show out… I get WET.

Yeah… you feel that drip?

That’s confidence, baby.

Keep up — or get washed away.