Luyện nghe bài hát It's Hard Being Wifee

Uhh
Ladies y'all know how sayin' goes
'Be careful you ask for in life
'Cuz you might get it'
Dependin' on you ask for
you get you might not be able to get out of it
You Uhh

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

You know how niggas from gettin' pussy
The head, 'til you yo bread and blew his dick
if he trip, shit
Don't complain, bitch, do your and cop that range
(Uhh)

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

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

Don't you Never cross no ho
Especially if she was wifee and she where that stands go
Fuck you fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is he fuckin' with the kid
(Uhh)

He don't that I stick a move
Get him right for that White
Nothing to lose, and I see right him
Yeah, we tonight

In the Duque, he talkkin' and I'm truckin' tonight
And if he sweet with them big ones, I'm tonight
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"
'Cuz he just ain't
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he ain't tight

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

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

Should'a known not to fuck with no cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I fuckin' 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
he act funny and he only fuck with track money

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

First chick he ever cried fo' never had a chick that raps like
(Uh, huh)
And impressed for no see 'cuz we straight like
(Uh, huh)
And he makes a it very clear mothers don't exist
(Uhh)
They some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?

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

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you
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 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 the quickness
Pleads no fifth, no traces, ya heard?

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

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

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

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

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

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