Wifey Riddim 3

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Steel Banglez, Banglez, Banglez
 It's "Wifey" part three
 My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah
 My girl, you can't be
 But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah
 It's "Wifey" part three
 If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah
 I'm done with them fiends (Uh)
 I'm a playboy, babe, got girl from those scenes, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
 I'm a playboy, shouts Carti (Cash Carti)
 My brothers turn my brand new corner to a party (To a what?)
 If she got a back, I'll get a whine off someone's aunty
 I got the gallon, drippin' water like my Carti
 Oops, I meant Rollie
 Shout my exes, only girls that really know me (Yeah, they know)
 I'll lay it down right in the block all in my Stoney (My stoney)
 I got these boogers in my watch
 Are not a bogie (Not a bogie)
 Young A, already know me (AJ)
 I miss Jas', that back made me spaz (Ayy, Jas')
 Good like neck from Persia Ortez (Oh, boy)
 I know somebody's A-one, but she backs me, though
 I love it when her nookie clean like a tuxedo (Love it)
 Ethiopian gyal are too blessed, ya know (Blessed)
 They ain't ever lettin' mandem take a stress
 Ya know (No stress)
 How the hell'd you fit that back up in that dress?
 Ya know (How you did?)
 My brothas tryna check a mate
 This ain't chess, ya know? (Yeah)
 It's "Wifey" part three
 My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah
 My girl, you can't be
 But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah
 It's "Wifey" part three
 If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah
 I'm done with them fiends
 I'm a playboy, babe, got girl from those scenes, yeah
 I love her Essex drawl
 She tryna give me top while
 I stretch and yawn (In the a.m.)
 My Irish girl Lisa always got the treasure in her panties
 But she duckin' like a leprechaun
 (What you runnin' for, B?)
 But that's too bad
 I need that Hannah B 'cause she bad (Call me)
 Ayy, I love her breasts, but, boy, I need ass (I want ass)
 I ain't really drivin' for now, I'm in cabs (Cab ting)
 If I ain't with a yattie, I'm cookin' up in lab
 Shell frozen
 I need a girl who don't breathe when she blows it
 I love a blonde ting, her Becky's explosive (Explosive)
 But she knows it
 We might have to part ways like Moses
 Girl know I'm young, I'm rich and I'm hung
 Some put that pineapple all up in that glass and rum
 If you did me dirty and you see me, best run
 'Cause my niggas got the pum-p-pum-p-pums, ayy
 It's "Wifey" part three
 My Gucci says, "Blind for love," I can't see, yeah
 My girl, you can't be
 But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah
 It's "Wifey" part three
 If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah
 I'm done with them fiends (Uh)
 I'm a playboy, babe, got girl from all scenes, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
 

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Duration
02:52
Key
5
Tempo
114 BPM

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