Luyện nghe bài hát It's Hard Being Wifee

Uhh
Ladies y'all how that sayin' goes
'Be careful what you ask for in
you just might get it'
on what you ask for
What you get you might not be to get out of it
You Uhh

Niggas might take if you let 'em
(Uhh)
Play your right and if you fuck 'em in the same night
Make sure he don't snitch, must be up to sumpin'
Or be lyin' on his dick,

You know how niggas flip from gettin'
The head, 'til you spent yo bread and blew his
Especially if he trip,
Don't complain, bitch, do your thang and cop range
(Uhh)

When he hit you that game
You be like, 'A'ight, dude,
And sleep on it, put a week on it
Get the Benz Jeep and on it

Do you, like, yeah, faggot, you
What the fuck am I to do
Just lay back I'm that lame bitch, dude
I'm that same
(Uh huh)

Don't you know? cross no ho
Especially if she was wifee and she where that stands go
Fuck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin'
And the is he fuckin' with the deuce kid
(Uhh)

He don't know I stick a move
Get him for that Chyna White
to lose, and I see right through him
Yeah, we tonight

In the Duque, what he and I'm truckin' tonight
And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm lucky
And if he like he yappin', I'm doin' him right

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, when your man ain't you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't

Uhh, mostly, they'll you closely
(Uh, huh)
Especially if you fuckin' 'em, anything could 'em
bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that
Bomb head, every night, is the sex like Uh huh
Yeah, you know, I was stress like that
Over do, not this once, he don't handle like

Should'a known not to fuck with no cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't wit that
I'm like, "Dude, the fuck is yo big heads at?"
And you know how I get down, I don't pumps that
Plus he act funny and he only fuck track money

And I'm, seven platinum-plat money
not a game, nigga
And like Sparkle, be what you say, nigga
The kind of cat makes, wonder if he was sent to do this
Put it for you

First chick he ever cried fo' had a chick that raps like this
(Uh, huh)
And impressed for no see 'cuz we like this
(Uh, huh)
And he a it very clear baby mothers don't exist
(Uhh)
They some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?

Yo, when your man fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just tight

Yo, when your man ain't you right
And the dope daddy singing in the in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
he just ain't right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he ain't tight

Ughh, the is
(Uh, huh)
Y'all chicks be with that mistress shit
Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the
Pleads no fifth, leaves no traces, ya

What the fuck is this? shit?
(Uh, huh)
Is it God striking me for some way shit?
I'm like, "Damn, was the bitch foul like this?"
(Uh, huh)
And my lobe be just to think, I should my wrist

And my seven, from me thinkin' I total my six
Or should spazz out, fuck his man and split
(Uh, huh)
Took the code straight to his safe and just his bricks
On the low but I that he love when I flip
(Uhh)

Ya betta know how to throw the smash
Shit, I got to bring and his last name
(Uhh)
Any bitch could do a nigga big
Any could lock up and have a kid

Any chick could a nigga despite
But the nigga got to love you if he make you his
Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm that dick
And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still his

Yo, when man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he ain't tight

Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy in the hood in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he ain't tight