foxy brown
it's hard being wifee
Ughh  Lately why'know how that sayin' goes  "Be careful what you ask for in life  'Cause you just might get it"  Dependin' on what you ask for  What you get you might now be able to get out it  You heard? Ughh  Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em (ughh)  Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the same night  Make sure that he don't snitch must be up to sumpin'  Or might be lyin' on his dick, shit  You know how niggas flip from gettin' pussy  The head, 'til you spit yo bread and blew his dick  Especially if he trip, shit  Don't complain, bitch, do your thang  And cop that range (ughh)  When he hit you with that game  You be like "A'ight, dude, whatever"  And sleep on it, put like a week on it  Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it  Do you, like, yeah, faggot, screw you  What the fuck am I to do now?  Just lay back, like I'm that lame bitch, dude  I'm that same bitch (uh huh)  Don't you know? Never cross no ho  Especially if she was Wifee and she know where that stands go  Fuck you wildin' fo'?  Who you stylin' fo'?  And the truth is  He fuckin' with the deuce kid (ughh)  He don't know that I stick a move  Get him wife for that Chyna White  Nothing to lose, and I see right through him  Yeah, we fuckin' tonight  In the Duque, what he gawkin' and I'm truckin' tonight  And if he sweet with the big ones,  I'm lucky tonight  And if he packin' like he yappin',  I'm doin' him right  Noreaga:  Yo, yo, yo, yo  Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right  And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't right  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't tight  Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right  And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't right  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't tight, what   Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely (uh huh)  Especially if you fuckin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em  Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that  Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that? (uh huh)  Yeah, you ain't know, I was stress like that  Over do, not this once, he don't handle like that  Shoulda known not to fuck wit no light weight cats  Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that  I'm like 'Dude, where the fuck is yo big heads at? And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that  Plus he act funny, and he only fuck with track money  And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money  It's not a game, nigga  And like Sparkle,  Be Careful What You Say, nigga  The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do this  Put it down for you  First chick he ever cried fo'  Never had a chick that raps like this (uh huh)  And impressed for no see 'cause streps like this (uh huh)  And he makes a very it very clear (ughh)  Baby mothers don't exist  They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?!   What, when your man ain't fuckin' you right  And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't right, what  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't tight  Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right  And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't right  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't tight, what, what    Ughh, the situation is (uh huh)  y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit  Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness  Pleads no fits, leaves no traces, ya heard?!  What the fuck is this?  Payback shit? (uh huh)  Is it God striking me for some way back shit?  I'm like 'Damn, was the bitch really foul like this?' (uh huh)  And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my wrist  And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six  Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split (uh huh)  Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his bricks  On the low, but I know that he love when I flip (ughh)  Ya betta know how to throw the smash game  Shit, I got to bring bitch and his last name (ughh)  Any bitch could do a nigga whole big  Any bitch could lock up and have a kid  Any chick could fuck a nigga despite  But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife  Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick  And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still this chick   Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right  And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't right, what  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't tight  Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right  And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't right  We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em'  'Cause he just ain't tight, what