Wifey (feat. Richi3)
(Okay)
She told me she a wife
I told her hit me when she ain't one
Didn't you tell ya mama you gone whip her up some grandsons
I'll just slide ahead don't you shoot me with the air gun
You wanna ride along you can't be just anyone
Come bake me daughters
Oh yea Mrs. Carter
You a fluke
I can tell you not her
All up in the air like some choppers
Just be my Rasta
Or change my Roster
For the better
(For the better)
Nah never for the worst
(You said what)
I said nah never for the worst
If you doubt a young nigga then I swear i'll cursed
If you doubt a young nigga then I swear i'll get you hurt
Yea yo girl come and talk to me it's always like dessert
She told me she a wife
I told her hit me when she ain't one
Didn't you tell ya mama you gone whip her up some grandsons
I'll just slide ahead don't you shoot me with the air gun
You wanna ride along you can't be just anyone
I'm just trynna find out baby where We going
Trynna find my way out help me Through the storm
And who gon count this money When the deposits keep coming
Diamonds shinning too sunny
Hold on baby quit running
Waiters keep bringing plates
Bottles all in the way
My face all in her waist
Forgot to say my grace
But who gon pray for me
Is you gon stay with me
Don't play no games with me
Come make this play with me
She told me she a wife
I told her hit me when she ain't one
Didn't you tell ya mama you gone whip her up some grandsons
I'll just slide ahead don't you shoot me with the air gun
You wanna ride along you can't be just anyone
I want you as old as the sun set
But why you acting so bold, put the stunts back
Baby be my launch pad
Whoa whoa where the fun at
Trynna getcha bucks up lemme show em' to you
Trynna getcha quarter back I'll throw It to ya
Now she trynna drive the boat so imma row it to ya
Now she trynna find a ghost so imma blow it to ya
She told me she a wife
I told her hit me when she ain't one
Then you tell ya mama you gone whip her up some grandsons
I'll just slide ahead don't you shoot me with the air gun
You wanna ride along you can't be just anyone
She told me she a wife
I told her hit me when she ain't one
Didn't you tell ya mama you gone whip her up some grandsons
I'll just slide ahead don't you shoot me with the air gun
You wanna ride along you can't be just anyone
Come bake me daughters
Oh yea Mrs. Carter
You a fluke
I can tell you not her
All up in the air like some choppers
Just be my Rasta
Or change my Roster
For the better
(For the better)
Nah never for the worst
(You said what)
I said nah never for the worst
If you doubt a young nigga then I swear i'll cursed
If you doubt a young nigga then I swear i'll get you hurt
Yea yo girl come and talk to me it's always like dessert
She told me she a wife
I told her hit me when she ain't one
Didn't you tell ya mama you gone whip her up some grandsons
I'll just slide ahead don't you shoot me with the air gun
You wanna ride along you can't be just anyone
I'm just trynna find out baby where We going
Trynna find my way out help me Through the storm
And who gon count this money When the deposits keep coming
Diamonds shinning too sunny
Hold on baby quit running
Waiters keep bringing plates
Bottles all in the way
My face all in her waist
Forgot to say my grace
But who gon pray for me
Is you gon stay with me
Don't play no games with me
Come make this play with me
She told me she a wife
I told her hit me when she ain't one
Didn't you tell ya mama you gone whip her up some grandsons
I'll just slide ahead don't you shoot me with the air gun
You wanna ride along you can't be just anyone
I want you as old as the sun set
But why you acting so bold, put the stunts back
Baby be my launch pad
Whoa whoa where the fun at
Trynna getcha bucks up lemme show em' to you
Trynna getcha quarter back I'll throw It to ya
Now she trynna drive the boat so imma row it to ya
Now she trynna find a ghost so imma blow it to ya
She told me she a wife
I told her hit me when she ain't one
Then you tell ya mama you gone whip her up some grandsons
I'll just slide ahead don't you shoot me with the air gun
You wanna ride along you can't be just anyone
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Bryant
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