

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – whispered] Yeah… uh-huh. It’s that splash season, baby. Don’t just get me started — get me wet. [Verse 1] 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? [Pre-Chorus] 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. [Chorus] 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. [Verse 2] 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. [Pre-Chorus] 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. [Chorus] 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. [Bridge – moaned ad-libs] 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. [Final Chorus – Breakdown version] 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. [Outro] Yeah… you feel that drip? That’s confidence, baby. Keep up — or get washed away.
Tags
Sultry hip-hop banger, heavy bass, seductive female rap, Lil Kim energy, explicit lyrics, club heat, slow grind.
2:49
No
10/30/2025