It`s Hard Being Wifee lyrics

Artist  : Foxy Brown 
Song : It`s Hard Being Wifee
 
[Featuring Noreaga]
Foxy:
Ughh
Lately, y'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 now be able to get out it
You heard? Ughh
Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em (ughh)
Play your cards right, and if you f**k 'em in the
same night
Make sure that he don't snitch, must be up to
sumpin'
Or might be lyin' on his dick, shit
You know how niggas flip from gettin' pussy
The head, 'til you spit yo bread and blew his
dick
Especially if he trip, shit
Don't complain, bit*h, do your thang
And cop that range (ughh)
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
What the f**k am I to do now?
Just lay back, like I'm that lame bit*h, dude
I'm that same bit*h (uh huh)
Don't you know? Never cross no ho
Especially if she was Wifee and she know where
that stands go
f**k you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is
He f**kin' with the deuce kid (ughh)
He don't know that I stick a move
Get him wife for that Chyna White
Nothing to lose, and I see right through him
Yeah, we f**kin' tonight
In the Duque, what he gawkin' and 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
Noreaga:
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that
Chyna White
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int right
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int tight
Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that
Chyna White
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int right
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int tight, what
Foxy:
Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely (uh huh)
Especially if you f**kin' 'em, anything could
crushin' 'em
Damn bit*h, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that
Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex 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
Shoulda known not to f**k wit no light weight
cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't f**kin' wit
that
I'm like 'Dude, where the f**k 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**k with track
money
 
And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money
It's not a game, nigga
And like Sparkle, Be Careful What You Say, nigga
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 streps like this (uh
huh)
And he makes a very it very clear (ughh)
Baby mothers don't exist
They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya
heard?!
Noreaga:
What, when your man ain't f**kin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that
Chyna White
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int right, what
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int tight
Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that
Chyna White
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int right
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int tight, what, what
Foxy:
Ughh, the situation is (uh huh)
Y'all chicks be f**kin' with that mistress shit
Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the
quickness
Pleads no fits, leaves no traces, ya heard?!
What the f**k is this? Payback shit? (uh huh)
Is it God striking me for some way back shit?
I'm like 'Damn, was the bit*h 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**k 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
(ughh)
Ya betta know how to throw the smash game
Shit, I got to bring bit*h and his last name
(ughh)
Any bit*h could do a nigga whole big
Any bit*h could lock up and have a kid
Any chick could f**k a nigga despite
But the nigga got to love you if he make you his
wife
Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick
And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still this
chick
Noreaga:
Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that
Chyna White
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int right, what
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int tight
Yo, when your man ain't f**kin' you right
And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that
Chyna White
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int right
We say 'f**k 'em, f**k 'em'
Cuz he just a'int tight, what