It's Hard Being Wifee

[Intro]
Ughh, ladies, 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 not be able to get out of
You heard? Ughh

[Foxy]
N****s might take advantage if you let 'em
Play your cards right, and if you f*** 'em in the same night
Make sure that he don't snitch
Must be up to sumpin' or be lyin' on his dick
S***, you know how n****s flick from gettin' p**** to head
'Til you spent yo' brant and blew his dick
Especially if he trick, s***
Don't complain b****, do yo' thang and cop that ring

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
F*** am I to do now? Just lay back like I'm that lame b****
Dude, I'm that same b****, don't you know? Never cross no hoe
Especially if she was Wifee and she know where the snatch go
F*** you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is he f***in' with the deuce kid
He don't know that I stick and move
Get him right for that Chyna White
Nothing to lose, and I see right through him
Yeah, we f***in' tonight
And the Duke ain't what he talkin' then 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

[Chorus]
Yo, when your man ain't f***in' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say f*** 'em, f*** 'em
Cuz he just ain't right
We say f*** 'em, f*** 'em
Cuz he just ain't tight

Yo, when your man ain't f***in' you right
And the dope that he singing
In the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say f*** 'em, f*** 'em
Cuz he just ain't right
We say f*** 'em, f*** 'em
Cuz he just ain't tight

[Foxy]
Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely
Especially if you f***in' 'em, and he think you trustin' him
Damn b****, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that
Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that?
Yeah, you ain't know, I would stress like that
Over due, not his ones, he don't handle like that
Shoulda known not to f*** wit no light weight cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't f***in' wit that
I'm like 'Dude, where the f*** 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*** with track money
And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money, it's not a game, n****
And like Sparkle, Be Careful What You Say, n****
The kind of cat that make 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
Ain't impressed for no see 'cause we straight like this
And he makes it very clear baby mothers don't exist
They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?

[Chorus]

[Foxy]
Ughh, the situation is
why'all chicks be f***in' with that mistress s***
Bad broke, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness
Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard?
What the f*** is this? Payback s***?
Is it God striking me for some way back s***?
I'm like, damn, was the b**** really foul like this?
And my loc'ing just to think I should slash my wrist
Am I seven for me thinkin' I should total my six
Or just straight spazz out, f*** his man and split
Take the code to the safe and just empty his bricks
On the low, but I know that he love when I flip
Ya'll bet the note, had him throw the smash game
S***, I got the ring b**** and his last name
Any b**** could do a n**** whole bit
Any b**** could luck up and have a kid
Any chick could f*** a n**** for spite
But the n**** got to love you if he make you his wife
Ughh, ya'll chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick
And on top of all this bulls***, I'm still his chick

[Chorus]