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