Luyện nghe bài hát It's Hard Being Wifee

Uhh
Ladies y'all how that 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)
your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the same night
Make sure that he don't snitch, must be up to
Or be lyin' on his dick,

You know how niggas flip from pussy
The head, 'til you yo bread and blew his dick
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 and creep on it

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

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

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

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

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

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 just right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just tight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, when your man fuckin' 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"
he just ain't tight

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