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foxy brown - it's hard being wifee lyrics

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uhh
ladies y’all know how that sayin’ goes
‘be careful what you ask for in life
‘cuz you just might get it’
dependin’ on what you ask for
what you get you might not be able to get out of it
you heard? uhh

n-gg-s might take advantage if you let ’em
(uhh)
play your cards right and if you f-ck ’em in the same night
make sure that he don’t snitch, must be up to sumpin’
or be lyin’ on his d-ck, sh-t

you know how n-gg-s flip from gettin’ p-ssy
the head, ’til you spent yo bread and blew his d-ck
especially if he trip, sh-t
don’t complain, b-tch, do your thang and cop that range
(uhh)

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, f-ggot, screw you
what the f-ck am i to do now?
just lay back like i’m that lame b-tch, dude
i’m that same b-tch
(uh huh)

don’t you know? never cross no ho
especially if she was wifee and she know where that stands go
f-ck you wildin’ fo’? who you stylin’ fo’?
and the truth is he f-ckin’ with the deuce kid
(uhh)

he don’t know that i stick a move
get him right for that chyna white
nothing to lose, and i see right through him
yeah, we f-ckin’ tonight

in the duque, what he talkkin’ and i’m truckin’ tonight
and if he sweet with them big ones, i’m lucky tonight
and if he packin’ like he yappin’, i’m doin’ him right

yo, yo, yo, yo
yo, when your man ain’t f-ckin’ you right
and the dope daddy singing in the hood in that chyna white
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t right
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t tight

yo, when your man ain’t f-ckin’ you right
and the dope daddy singing in the hood in that chyna white
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t right
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t tight

uhh, mostly, they’ll play you closely
(uh, huh)
especially if you f-ckin’ ’em, anything could crushin’ ’em
d-mn b-tch, you lovin’ ’em, impressed like that
bomb head, every night, is the s-x 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

should’a known not to f-ck with no lightweight cats
rollin’ doves in his stacks, i ain’t f-ckin’ wit that
i’m like, “dude, where the f-ck 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 f-ck with track money

and i’m, seven zero platinum-plat money
it’s not a game, n-gg-
and like sparkle, be careful what you say, n-gg-
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 ‘cuz we straight like this
(uh, huh)
and he makes a it very clear baby mothers don’t exist
(uhh)
they just some fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?

yo, when your man ain’t f-ckin’ you right
and the dope daddy singing in the hood in that chyna white
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t right
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t tight

yo, when your man ain’t f-ckin’ you right
and the dope daddy singing in the hood in that chyna white
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t right
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t tight

ughh, the situation is
(uh, huh)
y’all chicks be f-ckin’ with that mistress sh-t
babe ro, if not for the dough, i splits with the quickness
pleads no fifth, leaves no traces, ya heard?

what the f-ck is this? payback sh-t?
(uh, huh)
is it god striking me for some way back sh-t?
i’m like, “d-mn, was the b-tch 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, f-ck 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
(uhh)

ya betta know how to throw the smash game
sh-t, i got to bring b-tch and his last name
(uhh)
any b-tch could do a n-gg- whole big
any b-tch could lock up and have a kid

any chick could f-ck a n-gg- despite
but the n-gg- got to love you if he make you his wife
ughh, ya chicks is lonely, i’m ownin’ that d-ck
and on top of all this bullsh-t, i’m still his chick

yo, when your man ain’t f-ckin’ you right
and the dope daddy singing in the hood in that chyna white
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t right
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t tight

yo, when your man ain’t f-ckin’ you right
and the dope daddy singing in the hood in that chyna white
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t right
we say, “f-ck ’em, f-ck ’em”
‘cuz he just ain’t tight

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