Wife Plot lyrics

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Murs


[Tom Cruz / Fat Tony / Tom Cruz]
I don't know if he don't know… don't care… or just don't show
Is she really going out with him?
I don't know… Let's ask her…

[Tom Cruz / Fat Tony]
How n*ggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(Somebody tell me) how n*ggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(I don't know) how n*ggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(What the f*ck is going on?)
How n*ggas got so trife?
I used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife

[Fat Tony]
I knew this girl named Selena, and every time I seen her
She crying her eyes out, I heard her man beat her
I heard he was a cheater, I heard he tried to leave her
At the restaurant cause she forgot to stop at the cleaners (what?!)
Now that is not the proper demeanor (nah…)
That is not the way that you treat her
The girl sweeter than the memory of Aaliyah
But her man, man, hit her with a damn hand
In the back and in the front of the theater
Damn, I don't understand why he won't leave her
And her fam don't wanna intervene either
So I told her to come over and come closer
Now I hold her and it's over

[Tom Cruz / Fat Tony]
How n*ggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(Somebody tell me) how n*ggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(I wanna know) how n*ggas got so trife?
I used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(What the f*ck is going on?)
How n*ggas got so trife?
I used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife

[Tom Cruz]
I used to know this boy Will but I loved his girl still
Even though that sh*t ain't chill, that's the way a n*gga feel
And I know I need to chill, but I really don't think I will
Cause the girl body more ill than a '79 Seville (ill!)
Just wanna let her know, never gon' let her go
Got me gassed up like up like a Amoco
I'm an animal, even though I'm more smooth than Barry Manilow
I got Anna, ho
Just gotta pick up the phone and let your n*gga know
And if you got more excuses about them bruises, gonna bust the boy cantaloupe
And pull the blade out, leave him open and laid out
Like lesbians about to get ate out
Took his mate out to the safe house
Told that n*gga to stay out
Damn!

[Tom Cruz / Fat Tony]
How n*ggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife
(Somebody tell me) how n*ggas got so trife?
Used to be his man, now I'm finna plot on his wife

[Fat Tony]
So we ride out to the honeycomb hideout
Slide out, show her what that life bout
No black eyes now

[Tom Cruz]
I get gal easy, no need to be pushy
Plus I ain't no wussy
If I get mad the only place I hit the girl is the pus*y

[Fat Tony]
And I ain't a rookie, but I know what love should be
At least what it could be
She move me to do she
I woosah cause she a whooty

[Tom Cruz]
Usually, I usually got two or three
But now she do it so beautifully
And lately it's bringing out the fool in me

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