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 not be able to get out of it
You Uhh

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

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

When he hit you with game
You be like, 'A'ight, dude,
And on it, put like 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 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 know that stands go
you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is he fuckin' the deuce kid
(Uhh)

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

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

Yo, yo, yo, yo
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 just right
We say, "Fuck 'em, 'em"
'Cuz he just ain't

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

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

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

And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat
It's not a game,
And like Sparkle, be careful 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' never had a chick that raps like
(Uh, huh)
And for no see 'cuz we straight like this
(Uh, huh)
And he makes a it clear baby mothers don't exist
(Uhh)
just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you
And the dope 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 ain't tight

Yo, when 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"
he just ain't tight

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, your man ain't fuckin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in Chyna 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 you right
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"
he just ain't tight