It’s Hard Being Wifee lyrics

by

Juvenile


[Intro: Foxy Brown]
Ugh, ladies, y'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? Ugh

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
n*ggas might take advantage if you let 'em
Play your cards right, and if you f*ck 'em in the same night
Make sure that he don't snitch
Must be up to sumpin' or be lyin' on his di*k
sh*t, you know how n*ggas flick from gettin' pus*y to head
'Til you spent yo' brant and blew his di*k
Especially if he trick, sh*t
Don't complain b*tch, do yo' thang and cop that ring
When he hit you with that game, you be like
"'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*ck am I to do now? Just lay back like I'm that lame b*tch
Dude, I'm that same b*tch, don't you know? Never cross no ho
Especially if she was Wifee and she know where the stash go
f*ck you wildin' fo'? Who you stylin' fo'?
And the truth is he f*ckin' 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*ckin' 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: Noreaga]
Yo, when your man ain't f*ckin' you right
And the dope that he slinging in the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight
Yo, when your man ain't f*ckin' you right
And the dope that he slinging in the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely
Especially if you f*ckin' 'em, and he think you trustin' him
Damn b*tch, 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*ck wit no light weight cats
Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't f*ckin' wit that
I'm like 'Dude, where the f*ck 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*ck with track money
And I'm, seven zero platinum plack money, it's not a game, n*gga
And like Sparkle, Be Careful What You Say, n*gga
The kind of cat that make you 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?
[Chorus: Noreaga]
Yo, when your man ain't f*ckin' you right
And the dope that he slinging in the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight
Yo, when your man ain't f*ckin' you right
And the dope that he slinging in the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Ugh, the situation is
Y'all chicks be f*ckin' with that mistress sh*t
Bad broke, if it's not for the dough, I splits with the quickness
Pleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard?
What the f*ck is this? Payback sh*t?
Is it God striking me for some way back sh*t?
I'm like, damn, was the b*tch really foul like this?
And my loc'n 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*ck 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
sh*t, I got the ring b*tch and his last name
Any b*tch could do a n*gga whole bit
Any b*tch could luck up and have a kid
Any chick could f*ck a n*gga for spite
But the n*gga got to love you if he make you his wife
Ughh, ya'll chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that di*k
And on top of all this bullsh*t, I'm still his chick
[Chorus: Noreaga]
Yo, when your man ain't f*ckin' you right
And the dope that he slinging in the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight
Yo, when your man ain't f*ckin' you right
And the dope that he slanging in the hood ain't that Chyna White
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't right
We say f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em
Cause he just ain't tight
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