Wifey Tingz

(album: The Coldest Winter Ever, Pt. 2 - 2019)

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Honourable C-Note

I'm the hardest out and I been about
This ain't D.M.C., but I run the house
What you talking 'bout? I ain't got no doubts
Bitches want clout, keep me out your mouth
Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth?
Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth? (Run your mouth)
Don't you know that I'm the hottest in the South
Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth? (Run your mouth)
Said you wanna be my man, but you need your Repan, yeah
Tryna make a hundred grand, everything name brand, yah
Pulling up when I land, gotta get with the gang
Gotta get with the gang, gotta get with the gang
Get right, move light and the pussy tight
I be doing everything you like
If you need a break, book a flight
Outta sight, then you outta mind
Pull up on you when you're on your grind
Get you straight when you outta line
I'm a boss, I can handle mine

Cause I, ay, ay, got my own, I can flex, say nothing
Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
Hold it down, bust me down, make it bling
Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
I'm a boss, I ain't really into flings
Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
Phone bling, but I need me a ring
Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings, ay

I just say what I want and I do what I like
I ain't living for no man, nigga still got no wife
Why you talking out your neck, talking outta spite?
Bitch is soaking up the sauce, this ain't happen overnight
Leaving hoes, got the guide, I ain't never switching sides
I'm the wave, I'm the tide
You ain't really down to ride (Nah)
Down to earth, but I still be looking fly
I could be in the bag, still they look when I walk by
Ooh, do it better than you, yeah
Louis bag, I need two, get that for me, boo (Boo, boo)
Boy, I might just get 'em myself and them other bags on the shelf
I could probably do with a belt (Belt, belt)
Get the fresh ones out the back
Question is, if I throw it back, little nigga, tell me, could you handle that?
Ass fat with a big stack
Hair laid, nails intact
This is breakfast, lunch, dinner, nigga, you don't even need a snack
('Cause I'm more than a snack)

Ay, got my own, I can flex, say nothing
Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
Hold it down, bust me down, make it bling
Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
I'm a boss, I ain't really into flings
Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
Phone bling, but I need me a ring
Wifey tings, wifey, ay
Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
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Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings (Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings)