Foxy Brown - It's Hard Being Wifee Lyrics
[intro]Ughh, ladies, yknow how that sayin goesBe careful what you ask for in lifeCuz you just might get itDependin on what you ask for, what you get?You might not be able to get out ofYou heard? ughh[foxy]Niggas might take advantage if you let emPlay your cards right, and if you ***** em in the same nightMake sure that he dont snitchMust be up to sumpin or be lyin on his dickShit, you know how niggas flick from gettin ***** to headtil you spent yo brant and blew his dickEspecially if he trick, shitDont complain *****, do yo thang and cop that ringWhen he hit you with that game, you be likeAight, dude, whatever and sleep on itPut like a week on it, get the benz jeep and creep on itDo you like yeah, faggot, screw you***** am I to do now? just lay back like Im that lame *****Dude, Im that same *****, dont you know? never cross no hoeEspecially if she was wifee and she know where the snatch go***** you wildin fo? who you stylin fo?And the truth is he *****in with the deuce kidHe dont know that I stick and moveGet him right for that chyna whiteNothing to lose, and I see right through himYeah, we *****in tonightAnd the duke aint what he talkin then Im truckin tonightAnd if he sweet with the big ones, Im lucky tonightAnd if he packin like he yappin, Im doin him right1 - [noreaga]Yo, when your man aint *****in you rightAnd the dope that he singingIn the hood aint that chyna whiteWe say ***** em, ***** emCuz he just aint rightWe say ***** em, ***** emCuz he just aint tightYo, when your man aint *****in you rightAnd the dope that he singingIn the hood aint that chyna whiteWe say ***** em, ***** emCuz he just aint rightWe say ***** em, ***** emCuz he just aint tight[foxy]Ughh, mostly, theyll play you closelyEspecially if you *****in em, and he think you trustin himDamn *****, you lovin em, impressed like thatBomb head, ery night, is the sex like that?Yeah, you aint know, I would stress like thatOver due, not his ones, he dont handle like thatShoulda known not to ***** wit no light weight catsRollin doves in his stacks, I aint *****in wit thatIm like dude, where the ***** is yo big heads at?And you know how I get down, I dont pumps like thatPlus he act funny, and he only ***** with track moneyAnd im, seven zero platinum-plat money, its not a game, niggaAnd like sparkle, be careful what you say, niggaThe kind of cat that make wonder if he was sent to do thisPut it down for you, first chick he ever cried foNever had a chick that raps like thisAint impressed for no c cuz we straight like thisAnd he makes it very clear baby mothers dont existThey just some fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?Repeat 1[foxy]Ughh, the situation isYall chicks be *****in with that mistress shitBad broke, if not for the dough, I splits with the quicknessPleads no fifths, leaves no traces, ya heard?What the ***** is this? payback shit?Is it God striking me for some way back shit?Im like, damn, was the ***** really foul like this?And my locing just to think I should slash my wristAm I seven for me thinkin I should total my sixOr just straight spazz out, ***** his man and splitTake the code to the safe and just empty his bricksOn the low, but I know that he love when I flipYall bet the note, had him throw the smash gameShit, I got the ring ***** and his last nameAny ***** could do a nigga whole bitAny ***** could luck up and have a kidAny chick could ***** a nigga for spiteBut the nigga got to love you if he make you his wifeUghh, yall chicks is lonely, Im ownin that dickAnd on top of all this bullshit, Im still his chickRepeat 1
