It's Hard Being Wifee

Uhh Ladies y'all know how that sayin' goes 'Be careful what you ask for in life 'Cuz you just might get it' Dependin' on what you ask for What you get you might not be able to get out of it You heard? Uhh Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em (Uhh) Play your cards right and if you f**k 'em in the same night Make sure that he don't snitch, must be up to sumpin' Or be lyin' on his d**k, shit You know how niggas flip from gettin' pus*y The head, 'til you spent yo bread and blew his d**k Especially if he trip, shit Don't complain, bitch, do your thang and cop that range (Uhh) 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 f**k 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 f**k you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'? And the truth is he f**kin' with the deuce kid (Uhh) He don't know that I stick a move Get him right for that Chyna White Nothing to lose, and I see right through him Yeah, we f**kin' tonight In the Duque, what he talkkin' and I'm truckin' tonight And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm lucky tonight And if he packin' like he yappin', I'm doin' him right Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't tight Uhh, mostly, they'll play you closely (Uh, huh) Especially if you f**kin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that Bomb head, every night, is the s*x 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 Should'a known not to f**k with no lightweight cats Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't f**kin' wit that I'm like, "Dude, where the f**k 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 f**k 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 'cuz we straight like this (Uh, huh) And he makes a it very clear baby mothers don't exist (Uhh) They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard? Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't tight Ughh, the situation is (Uh, huh) Y'all chicks be f**kin' with that mistress shit Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness Pleads no fifth, leaves no traces, ya heard? What the f**k 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, f**k 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 (Uhh) Ya betta know how to throw the smash game Shit, I got to bring bitch and his last name (Uhh) Any bitch could do a nigga whole big Any bitch could lock up and have a kid Any chick could f**k 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 d**k And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still his chick Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't right We say, "f**k 'em, f**k 'em" 'Cuz he just ain't tight