It's Hard Being Wifee

Ughh

Lately why'know how that sayin' goes

"Be careful what you ask for in life

'Cause you just might get it"

Dependin' on what you ask for

What you get you might now be able to get out it

You heard? Ughh

Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em (ughh)

Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the same night

Make sure that he don't snitch must be up to sumpin'

Or might be lyin' on his dick, shit

You know how niggas flip from gettin' pussy

The head, 'til you spit yo bread and blew his dick

Especially if he trip, shit

Don't complain, bitch, do your thang

And cop that range (ughh)

When he hit you with that game

You be like "A'ight, dude, whatever"

And sleep on it, put like a week on it

Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it

Do you, like, yeah, faggot, screw you

What the fuck am I to do now?

Just lay back, like I'm that lame bitch, dude

I'm that same bitch (uh huh)

Don't you know? Never cross no ho

Especially if she was Wifee and she know where that stands go

Fuck you wildin' fo'?

Who you stylin' fo'?

And the truth is

He fuckin' with the deuce kid (ughh)

He don't know that I stick a move

Get him wife for that Chyna White

Nothing to lose, and I see right through him

Yeah, we fuckin' tonight

In the Duque, what he gawkin' and I'm truckin' tonight

And if he sweet with the big ones,

I'm lucky tonight

And if he packin' like he yappin',

I'm doin' him right

Noreaga:

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't right

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't tight

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't right

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't tight, what

Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely (uh huh)

Especially if you fuckin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em

Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that

Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that? (uh huh)

Yeah, you ain't know, I was stress like that

Over do, not this once, he don't handle like that

Shoulda known not to fuck wit no light weight cats

Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that

I'm like 'Dude, where the fuck is yo big heads at?

And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that

Plus he act funny, and he only fuck with track money

And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money

It's not a game, nigga

And like Sparkle,

Be Careful What You Say, nigga

The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do this

Put it down for you

First chick he ever cried fo'

Never had a chick that raps like this (uh huh)

And impressed for no see 'cause streps like this (uh huh)

And he makes a very it very clear (ughh)

Baby mothers don't exist

They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?!

What, when your man ain't fuckin' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't right, what

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't tight

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't right

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't tight, what, what

Ughh, the situation is (uh huh)

y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit

Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness

Pleads no fits, leaves no traces, ya heard?!

What the fuck is this?

Payback shit? (uh huh)

Is it God striking me for some way back shit?

I'm like 'Damn, was the bitch really foul like this?' (uh huh)

And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my wrist

And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six

Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split (uh huh)

Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his bricks

On the low, but I know that he love when I flip (ughh)

Ya betta know how to throw the smash game

Shit, I got to bring bitch and his last name (ughh)

Any bitch could do a nigga whole big

Any bitch could lock up and have a kid

Any chick could fuck a nigga despite

But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife

Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick

And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still this chick

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't right, what

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't tight

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't right

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'

'Cause he just ain't tight, what