Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wifey Riddim , by - Aj Tracey. Song from the album The Front, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 11.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: AJ Tracey
Song language: English
Wifey Riddim |
| Yo, I’ve got this ting from London |
| West London, Chelsea, near Kings Road |
| She don’t care about my area code |
| She’s about like she ain’t aware of the road |
| And I know twins from Essex |
| But one of them wants me bad, I might dead it |
| I don’t wife these tings, I’ll stress it |
| Undress it, I go in when I press it |
| Melina from Brum’s Algerian |
| She’s got bare problems, I ain’t hearing 'em |
| She said: «Baby, my features are yours |
| And I swear to God, you won’t catch me sharing 'em» |
| Shouts to the girls round the UK, peng |
| Elle, peng, Yasmin, peng |
| Do a show with my blood bros |
| OT, tell a piff ting that «You might see me again» |
| My lightskin don’t miss me |
| 'Cause she hates tracksuits that are shifty |
| I said: «I wear them 'cause I do road |
| On my 95s the import’s 250» |
| I got a posh bad ting inna uni |
| Bollywood like she star in a movie |
| Her dad’s rich, so she’s coated in diamonds |
| Eyes are emeralds and her lipstick’s ruby |
| My close friend, I ain’t tryna mash that |
| But she’s a blue foot with a fat backs |
| LV from her feet to her handbags |
| But it ain’t that so a nigga gotta hang back |
| All my ex tings still hate me |
| They’re like work at it, love, don’t pay me |
| Hold tight Jess and Chelsea, they’re real |
| Still think Kate’s buff, but I don’t like Katie |
| Someone tell Lottie I’mma wife that |
| Tell her bring her bags round my gaff |
| Got the game tapped like an iPad |
| Fly in, fly out when I like, fam |
| Shae, Shyanne and Tina all fluffy |
| Faces clean but their minds so dutty |
| Man are gonna catch me a duppy |
| Arch their back and give them sick rucky |
| Girl likes the way that I’m rhyming |
| Try scratch up my back when I’m piping |
| Poom, poom fresh up and wet when I’m sliding |
| Rate that, she’s bad with the riding |
| My girl from Brighton’s too pedigree |
| Doggy that when I’m twist off the Hennessy |
| She’s always Cloud 9 from the lemony |
| Check that rarely, she got too much energy |
| Relationships all get sticky |
| I need a cute ting like Vicky |
| I was down south with my bloodline Ets |
| I linked the honeys and the motives got sticky |
| I’ve got a peng ting and she’s from Tottenham |
| True say that the ting lives in Tottenham |
| In her crib, kept chatting about Arsenal |
| Piped her, now she’s chatting about Tottenham |
| My new ting’s just a weed head |
| Strong like Mia Cortinez |
| Stay at hers, fam, when I see feds |
| No foreplay, I fit that like three Zs |
| I’m new school, no new wave |
| Real bad, not sweet like toothache |
| My boys want an old love that I have |
| Lebanese ting come and grab man in the new shape |
| Can’t step on my Air Ones, are you dumb? |
| Light man up like soufflé |
| All my babes all like touché |
| Gave her dick and that bright red bouquet |
| I get dark like true say |
| Flip things in my niz, get smash for the rude face |
| I’ll mash your girl first something like Sunday |
| Then Zuu, you can be third like Tuesday |
| (Well, I didn’t notice, notice) |
| (Well, I didn’t need) |
| (They too didn’t notice, notice) |
| (No they didn’t need) |
| (Well, I didn’t notice, notice) |
| (Well, I didn’t need) |
| (They too didn’t notice, notice) |
| (No they didn’t need) |