Wifey

Lyrics

Ahh, turn the clicker off for me, there ya go
 Uh-huh
 Da-da-da-da
 Da-da-da-ah-ah
 Da-da-da-da
 Aye, speak to me kindly
 I'm the type of girl you call "Wifey"
 Yeah (Yeah)
 I ain't no side piece
 I'm the one you takin' home to mommies
 Come on (Come on)
 Ah, speak to me kindly (Speak to me kindly)
 I'm the type of girl you call "Wifey"
 Yeah (Yeah)
 I'm such a dime piece (I'm such a dime piece)
 Back me, and I'll never leave side, B
 You know I'm gifted when it comes to havin' loyalty
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 But don't get it twisted, I don't take no shit from nobody
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 I know it's so hard to commit with all these chicks around
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 You act so different with your boys, and throw your dick around
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Too late to return the ring
 And if you can't hang now, you can rock a fling
 How come everyday I slay from the crack of dawn
 But you act so dumb, like your brain is off?
 So, don't yawn
 Bitch wrong
 This broad is on
 You better get strong
 If "nah", move along now
 Somebody better gonna right your wrong
 I could sing it for ya' all day long
 Aye, speak to me kindly
 I'm the type of girl you call "Wifey"
 Yeah (Yeah)
 I ain't no side piece (I ain't no side piece)
 I'm the one you takin' home to mommies
 Come on
 Ah, speak to me kindly (Speak to me kindly)
 I'm the type of girl you call "Wifey"
 Yeah (Yeah)
 I'm such a dime piece (I'm such a dime piece)
 Back me, and I'll never leave your side, B
 It seems like everybody's lookin' for eternal bliss
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 That's what you find when you unbutton my Versace dress
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 Don't be a pussy and come at me with commitment shit
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 You know I'd die fo' you, act like you know what time it is
 (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
 These hips are a work of art
 And if you don't see that, "death do us part"
 Now, I ain't even gonna flex, 'cause I am the best
 No Becky in distress, I'm a dragon in a dress
 I don't get no rest (Aye), everyday I'm blessed (Uh)
 Work on my finesse (Uh), Tiffany on my neck (Yea)
 It's a bull thing, not a new thing
 You better get it right if you talkin' to me
 Must've had a mind smart enough to choose me
 Your boys say it's fine, you're supposed to use me
 You don't wanna fuck around hard enough to loose me
 So, whenever I'm around would you please
 Salute me? (Please salute me, please salute me)
 Aye, speak to me kindly (Speak to me kindly)
 I'm the type of girl you call "Wifey"
 Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
 I ain't no side piece (I ain't no side piece)
 I'm the one you takin' home to mommies, yea
 Come on (Come on)
 Speak to me kindly (Speak to me kindly)
 I'm the type of girl you call "Wifey"
 Yeah (yeah)
 I'm such a dime piece (I'm such a dime piece)
 Back me, and I'll never leave your side, B (Never leave yo' side B)
 I could be your wife all your life
 I could be your wife (Aye)
 Better role a strike and hold on to me tightly
 Or I'll break your heart, he will not take it lightly
 No, the revenge of the wifey
 (Aye, aye)
 I need a man who's gonna propose to me on a mountain
 That's gonna bring me flowers every
 Wednesday, and who's gonna call me when he's out of town
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:21
Key
1
Tempo
128 BPM

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