[Intro : Keisha/Wife]
Aye, ladies
You ever had to call one of these lil hood rats?
And she try to act like
You don't know
Who the f*ck yo n*gga is?
These b*tches done lost they mind
[Wife : Don't do that]
She gon say some
[Verse 1 : Sidechick/Kionna]
Listen, don't hit my line
Askin why my number in yo n*gga sh*t
[Wife : What?]
You wastin ya time
Prolly shoulda asked that n*gga b*tch
[Wife : I did]
Prolly wasn't f*ckin that n*gga right
[Wife: b*tch you sound stupid]
He prolly want a bad b*tch in his life
I mean how the f*ck am I suppose to know?
I mean you said that he was yo n*gga right?
[Wife :You know that]
Cuffin is dead
You heard what I said
b*tch cuffin is dead
These new n*ggas don't know how to act
They in and out of everybody bed
Never trust no n*gga b*tch
All these n*ggas counterfeit
Baby girl when you gone learn?
That is not yo n*gga sh*t!
[Wife : Oh yeah you know what time it is]
[Hook]
These n*ggas for everybody
[Wife : Nah, not mine]
These n*ggas for everybody
[Wife : b*tch you for everybody]
Aww, these n*ggas for everybody
[Wife : You for everybody]
These n*ggas for everybody
[Wife : You for everybody]
These n*ggas for everybody
[Verse 2]
I suck and f*ck 'em when I want to
[Wife : Me too]
Run his pockets when I want too
[Wife : b*tch]
Run his check up at sax fifth
[Wife : That's it?]
That's what this good pus*y do
[Wife: It's whack]
He came through on that late night
Sent for me, first class flight
[Wife : Commercial]
Follow me might learn somethin
Stop tripping might earn somethin
He won't ever love a square b*tch
[Wife : A square b*tch?]
Baby you gone have to share him
Yo n*gga been down wit OPP
I hate to be the one to tell ya
I seen him in Houston wit Lexi
[Wife : I know her]
When he leave you he gone text me
And Ima ask him what that mouth do
[Wife : But what yo mouth do?]
I can't help it that I'm this sexy
See, you might be able to cuff some
But that n*gga ain't gone be nun of 'em
See, that n*gga love him a bad b*tch
[Wife: Which is me!]
And everybody havin' fun wit him
[Wife : That's why he wifed me]
See that n*gga there no exclusive
[Wife : Yes he is]
Girl you out here lookin stupid
[Wife : b*tch, you look stupid]
I ain't bein funny
I'm just tellin you that you don't know what you doin
[Wife : I'm a beat this b*tch ass bro! )
The type of n*gga you pursuin
Is the type that ain't gone never love you back
Yeah, he love what you do for him
But he know I ain't doin none of that
See, he know I ain't havin none of that
And I won't ever be his wifey
[Wife : But you ain't got no choice]
Whenever you get out ya feelings bae
You might wanna do it just like me
[Wife : Like you?]
See, me and my b*tches don't save 'em
[Wife :You a rat]
We catch his ass then we throw it back
Break his ass down like a pound
When I'm done you can have him back!
[Wife :You proud of dat, huh?]
b*tch don't play yo self ain't nothin
Bout that n*gga Godly
[Wife : That's mine]
He ain't just for you, baby he for everybody!
[Wife]
Nah, no he ain't b*tch
b*tch you for everybody!
b*tch
Look I done let you go off a lil bit
b*tch
But you got besides yo self
Let me beat some mothaf*ckin nerves up in that ass, where you at?
Lil weak b*tch
[Verse 3 : Kisha/Wife]
You said you'll never be his wifey
As if you've ever had the option
[Sidechick: What?]
The way them titties sag
Milk done gone bad
b*tch I promise he ain't coppin
[Sidechick: Girl!]
Everybody know you boppin
The whole hood know you fair play
[Sidechick: And?!]
That little change that he throw ya way
Ho I spend that sh*t everyday!
Let me make some sh*t clear
I'm f*ckin off what you make in a year
You ride in Ubers, I ride in the LEER
We not cut from the same clothin, my dear
Talkin that sh*t but bae must I remind you?
I am that b*tch, I will pull up and find you
[Sidechick: Pull up!]
Everything got my name on it
Ring finger got his ring on it
Don't nothin move 'til I sign sh*t
You might as well be my side b*tch
You prolly wanna be quiet miss
Cause I ain't never ever been tried, sis
That n*gga don't even know you
No contact, no photos
Never seen him in the daylight
Do know what the n*gga really look like?
I mean wow
Thought you were winnin 'til now
Sonin' you b*tch, you my child
You livin' foul, you need to polish up bae
Basic sh*t I don't allow
And that n*gga bout to get his too
Just as soon as I'm done with you
Cause them other n*ggas might be for everybody
But I'm who that mothaf*cka belong too
So get it right b*tch
I'm wife b*tch
And can't none of y'all hoes replace me
You proud to be this n*gga c*mrag?
Ho you down bad and you crazy
Gon knuckle up cause I'll fight for mine
Yo pus*y petty, you wastin' time
You seasonal, part time
You get f*cked up f*ckin wit mine
You lil' b*tch!
[Sidechick : Ok Keisha!]