It's Hard Being Wifee-Foxy Brown

　　　 Artist：foxy brown Songs Title：it's hard being wifee Album by: Chyna Doll Artist by: Foxy Brown Ughh, ladies, yknow 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 You heard? ughh *s might take advantage if you let em 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 be lyin on his dick Sh*t, you know how *s flick from gettin p**sy to head Til you spent yo brant and blew his dick Especially if he trick, sh*t Don't complain b**ch, do yo thang and cop that ring When he hit you with that game, you be like Aight, 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**k am I to do now? just lay back like I'm that lame b**ch Dude, I'm that same b**ch, don't you know? never cross no hoe Especially if she was wifee and she know where the snatch go F**k you wildin fo? who you stylin fo? And the truth is he f**kin 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**kin 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 Yo, when your man ain't f**kin you right And the d**e that he singing In the hood ain't that chyna white We say f**k em, f**k em Cuz he just ain't right We say f**k em, f**k em Cuz he just ain't tight Yo, when your man ain't f**kin you right And the d**e that he singing In the hood ain't that chyna white We say f**k em, f**k em Cuz he just ain't right We say f**k em, f**k em Cuz he just ain't tight Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely Especially if you f**kin em, and he think you trustin him Damn b**ch, you lovin em, impressed like that Bomb head, ery 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**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 im, seven zero platinum-plat money, its not a game, ni**a And like sparkle, be careful what you say, ni**a 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 c cuz 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? Ughh, the situation is Yall chicks be f**kin with that mistress sh*t Bad broke, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard? What the f**k is this? payback sh*t? Is it God striking me for some way back sh*t? I'm like, damn, was the b***h really foul like this? And my locing 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**k 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 Yall bet the note, had him throw the smash game Sh*t, I got the ring b***h and his last name Any b***h could do a ni**a whole bit Any b***h could luck up and have a kid Any chick could f**k a ni**a for spite But the ni**a got to love you if he make you his wife Ughh, yall chicks is lonely, I'm ownin that dick And on top of all this *, I'm still his chick