- AJ Tracey Wifey Riddim 3 歌詞
- AJ Tracey
- Steel Banglez, Banglez, Banglez
Its 'Wifey' part three
My Gucci says, 'Blind for love,' I can't see, yeah
My girl, you cant be
But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah
Its 'Wifey' part three
If you're blowin up my phone, Ill leave you on 'Read,' yeah
Im done with them fiends (Uh )
Im a playboy, babe, got girl from those scenes, yeah (Ayy, ayy)
Im a playboy, shouts Carti (Cash Carti)
My brothers turn my brand new corner to a party (To a what?)
If she got a back, Ill get a whine off someones aunty
I got the gallon, drippin' water like my Carti'
Oops, I meant Rollie
Shout my exes, only girls that really know me (Yeah, they know)
Ill lay it down right in the block all in my Stoney (My stoney)
I got these boogers in my watch, are not a bogie (Not a bogie )
Young A, already know me (AJ)
I miss Jas', that back made me spaz (Ayy, Jas)
Good like neck from Persia Ortez (Oh, boy)
I know somebodys A-one, but she backs me, though
I love it when her ****** clean like a tuxedo (Love it)
Ethiopian gyal are too blessed, ya know (Blessed)
They aint ever lettin' mandem take a stress, ya know (No stress)
How the helld you fit that back up in that dress?
Ya know (How you did?)
My brothas tryna check a mate, this aint chess, ya know? (Yeah)
Its 'Wifey' part three
My Gucci says, 'Blind for love,' I cant see, yeah
My girl, you cant be
But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah
Its 'Wifey' part three
If youre blowin up my phone, Ill leave you on 'Read,' yeah
Im done with them fiends
Im a playboy, babe, got girl from those scenes, yeah
I love her Essex drawl
She tryna give me top while I stretch and yawn (In the a.m.)
My Irish girl Lisa always got the treasure in her panties
But she duckin like a leprechaun (What you runnin for, B?)
But thats too bad, I need that Hannah B cause she bad (Call me)
Ayy, I love her breasts, but, boy, I need ass (I want ass)
I aint really drivin for now, Im in cabs (Cab ting)
If I aint with a yattie, Im cookin up in lab
Shell frozen
I need a girl who dont breathe when she blows it
I love a blonde ting, her Beckys explosive (Explosive)
But she knows it
We might have to part ways like Moses
Girl know Im young, Im rich and Im hung
Some put that pineapple all up in that glass and rum
If you did me dirty and you see me, best run
Cause my *****s got the pum-p-pum-p-pums, ayy
Its 'Wifey' part three
My Gucci says, 'Blind for love,' I cant see, yeah
My girl, you cant be
But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah
Its 'Wifey' part three
If youre blowin up my phone, Ill leave you on 'Read,' yeah
Im done with them fiends (Uh)
Im a playboy, babe, got girl from those scenes, yeah
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