Wifey
That one's wifey,
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king a Mokonzi
Good food when the belly feel hungry
Yard girl so we fly off to country, now we be comfy
My London, sweetie, rider
She be on the back of my Kawasaki ninja
Met me on the East side of London
Now she can't stay away from East side of London
She a rocker that's guns and roses
Real pretty but the thorns voracious
Gun powder, hot, smoking
Hold me down if I break lose focus!
Trust me so I trust the process
Emotions swear it got me all decoding
Tell her my vision, she follow my goals
Anything happens, she out of control
Rowdy, that's the type that I like, she about me
Straight to the point
Firing javelins, tips that be challenging
She fit the formula one like Hamilton
That one's wifey,
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king a Mokonzi
Good food when the belly feel hungry
Yard girl so we fly off to country, now we be comfy
Claiming my name it's early days
Taking this player straight out the game
Queen, that's my Cleopatra
Working her back I'm her chiropractor
Obsessed with the offset
And she holding me down like Cardi B
But she hates when I call her B
Address her as babes or girl of my dreams!
Into the fitness, work with resistance
Love me to bits cause I'm so persistent
Call me her Herc and I call her my Meg
She mount Olympus we chilling in bed
We go the distance
And she more than a girl on my hit list
Make this BBC one do a night shift
Planting a seed time to release start our family tree cause
That one's wifey,
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king a Mokonzi
Good food when the belly feel hungry
Yard girl so we fly off to country, now we be comfy
Wifey
Address her as babes or girl of my dreams!
Wifey, wifey
Yard girl so we fly off to country
That one's wifey,
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king a Mokonzi
Good food when the belly feel hungry
Yard girl so we fly off to country, now we be comfy
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king a Mokonzi
Good food when the belly feel hungry
Yard girl so we fly off to country, now we be comfy
My London, sweetie, rider
She be on the back of my Kawasaki ninja
Met me on the East side of London
Now she can't stay away from East side of London
She a rocker that's guns and roses
Real pretty but the thorns voracious
Gun powder, hot, smoking
Hold me down if I break lose focus!
Trust me so I trust the process
Emotions swear it got me all decoding
Tell her my vision, she follow my goals
Anything happens, she out of control
Rowdy, that's the type that I like, she about me
Straight to the point
Firing javelins, tips that be challenging
She fit the formula one like Hamilton
That one's wifey,
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king a Mokonzi
Good food when the belly feel hungry
Yard girl so we fly off to country, now we be comfy
Claiming my name it's early days
Taking this player straight out the game
Queen, that's my Cleopatra
Working her back I'm her chiropractor
Obsessed with the offset
And she holding me down like Cardi B
But she hates when I call her B
Address her as babes or girl of my dreams!
Into the fitness, work with resistance
Love me to bits cause I'm so persistent
Call me her Herc and I call her my Meg
She mount Olympus we chilling in bed
We go the distance
And she more than a girl on my hit list
Make this BBC one do a night shift
Planting a seed time to release start our family tree cause
That one's wifey,
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king a Mokonzi
Good food when the belly feel hungry
Yard girl so we fly off to country, now we be comfy
Wifey
Address her as babes or girl of my dreams!
Wifey, wifey
Yard girl so we fly off to country
That one's wifey,
She be ticking all the boxes, Nike
My queen my slime
Got me on a ride or die
Coretta like Luther's wife
Treat me like a king a Mokonzi
Good food when the belly feel hungry
Yard girl so we fly off to country, now we be comfy
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Writer(s): Daniel Mcneish
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