Luyện nghe bài hát It's Hard Being Wifee

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

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

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

When he hit you with that
You be like, 'A'ight, dude,
And sleep on it, put like a 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 that bitch, dude
I'm that same
(Uh huh)

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

He know that I stick a move
Get him right for 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 tonight
And if he packin' 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 in that Chyna White
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just tight

Yo, when man ain't 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 just 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 like Uh huh
Yeah, you know, I was stress like that
Over do, not once, he don't handle 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 how I get down, I don't pumps like that
he act funny and he only fuck with track money

And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat
not a game, nigga
And like Sparkle, be careful you say, nigga
The of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent 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 like this
(Uh, huh)
And he makes a it very clear mothers don't exist
(Uhh)
They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya

Yo, when man ain't fuckin' you right
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

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 ain't 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
no fifth, leaves 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 bitch foul like this?"
(Uh, huh)
And my lobe be just to think, I should my wrist

And my seven, from me I should total my six
Or straight 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 know that he when I flip
(Uhh)

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

Any chick could fuck a nigga
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 bullshit, I'm still his chick

Yo, when your man fuckin' you right
And the daddy singing 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 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"
he just ain't tight