WIFEY

That bitch start to walk like me uh
That bitch start to talk like me yuh
That bitch a catastrophe uh
But that bitch wanna be a wifey yuh
That bitch start to walk like me uh
That bitch start to talk like me yuh
That bitch a catastrophe uh
But that bitch wanna be a wifey yuh

Too much dip on ya chip now you corny
Too much sucking allat dick now you got sore knees
What's up with all the fake stories you bore me
Be around a couple real ones catch felonies
I know he tote fake guns but who telling me
Spread some real bands for all the hoes to see
I'll do my lil dance you cannot compete with me
Pushing p for pressure but you took it personally
Bank account so full shit get to glitching
I keep hood dudes round me trigger fingers itching
I know you wanna party with me but I'm on a mission
A mission? A mission to be the biggest bitch yeah

That bitch start to walk like me uh
That bitch start to talk like me yuh
That bitch a catastrophe uh
But that bitch wanna be a wifey yuh
That bitch start to walk like me uh
That bitch start to talk like me yuh
That bitch a catastrophe uh
But that bitch wanna be a wifey yuh

How you got duck lips but no bread to eat
From the burbs but I still keep that shit on me woo
I'm so iced out just look at my body
I like that rough shit come and lay it on me
I like to party come and drink some Hennessy
I'm old fashioned we gon roll on ecstasy pop dem pills
I know yo partner he trynna spit some game
Ten toes ten toes what you gotta say
You know I never keep my ego up on display nope
I see some groupies and let 'em roll the other way
They talking shit but I ain't hear a word they said
You know you up when u got a couple on your head

That bitch start to walk like me uh
That bitch start to talk like me yuh
That bitch a catastrophe uh
But that bitch wanna be a wifey yuh
That bitch start to walk like me uh
That bitch start to talk like me yuh
That bitch a catastrophe uh
But that bitch wanna be a wifey yuh



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Writer(s): Rachel Forbes
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