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tech n9ne - my wife, my bitch, my girl lyrics

[intro: big krizz kalico & tech n9ne]
real c-cky
real sloppy
drunk at the club and you all can’t stop me

[tech n9ne]
super star style
whoop the are pounds
out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin’ large crowds
yes we are foul
and we rich now
used to be all of me, but it’s all on the b-tch now
they wanna get me stuck, they commin’ into my world
it’s too late i got, my wife, my b-tch, my girl

[verse 1: tech n9ne]
i was nineteen
met a nice queen
car was light green
naughty as ice cream
but she too jealous nickaleas
sort of ridiculous
with the liffa kickin’ it
we can never be inconspicuous (my b-tch)
rolls with me
it’s so sickly
in love with me
but she give me felicia ‘ol hickeys
but go get me, in the wee hours to get me slow quickys
so sticky
roll with my homies she so shifty (my wife)
married a monster
carried a youngsta
said if you cheated it you will come back to hunt you
she said my filthy world
makes her wanna hurl
and that’s my first verse
my wife, my b-tch, my girl

[hook: tech n9ne 2x]
daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
she gotta go and blow her grip
because it’s all unload on a b-tch
one is no trip
but two had mo lip
and three i just can’t cope with
my wife, my b-tch, my girl

[verse 2: tech n9ne]
got a nice -n-s
and it’s right ain’t it
can’t really touch durin’ the day but in the night tame it
usin’ fight language
when she take inches
great b-tches
gettin’ busy on the weight benches (my b-tch)
got a big b-tt
a big sl-t
who get big bucks
you might look up and get your chick sucked
’cause she’s bi-s-x
keep her thighs wet
spontaneous i don’t know what we gonna try next (my wife)
go a ghetto booty like naomi
i’m gonna tell you like jayo say
all my b-tches havin’ fancy dreams
and all my b-tches wear applebottom jeans
my wife, my b-tch, my girl

[hook]

[verse 3: tech n9ne]
if one’s trippin’
the other’s for fun flippin’
you coo
she run’s limpin’
you end up with funds missin’
you foo
come wicked your women become vicious and cruel
dump checkin’ to some funds with some checks and you loose
out of balance the playalistical values and lyin’
i done challenged the way of mystical powers and hinted
i can silence an egotistical chick in a fight
i’m defiant with an evil twist my girl, my b-tch, and my wife
ain’t no b-tch on this planet that is a match for me
they get sick and they stand it cause ninna packs the three
have to be
crash to see
if naturally to cause a catastrophe
exactly (my wife)
don’t like me (my b-tch)
get’s hyphy (my girl)
might knife me twice just to spite me (my wife)
if i break her heart (my b-tch)
it’ll rip her apart (my girl)
but i’m the smarter you all (my wife, my b-tch, my girl)

[hook 4x]

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