Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wifey Riddim 3, artist - Aj Tracey. Date of issue: 24.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wifey Riddim 3 |
| It’s «Wifey» part three |
| My Gucci says, «Blind for love,» I can’t see, yeah |
| My girl, you can’t be |
| But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah |
| It’s «Wifey» part three |
| If you’re blowin' up my phone, I’ll leave you on «Read,» yeah |
| I’m done with them fiends (Uh) |
| I’m a playboy, babe, got girl from all scenes, yeah (Ayy, ayy) |
| I’m a playboy, shouts Carti (Cash Carti) |
| My brothers turn my brand new condo to a party (To a what?) |
| If she got a back, I’ll get a whine off someone’s aunty |
| I got the gyal 'dem drippin' water like my Carti' |
| Oops, I meant Rollie |
| Shout my exes, only girls that really know me (Yeah, they know) |
| I’ll 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 or Taz (Oh, boy) |
| Ann knows her bodies A1 but she ducks me, though |
| I love it when her nookie clean like a tuxedo (Love it) |
| Ethiopian gyal are too blessed, ya know (Blessed) |
| They ain’t ever lettin' mandem take a stress, ya know (No stress) |
| How the hell’d you fit that back up in that dress? |
| Ya know (How you did?) |
| My brothas tryna check your mates, this ain’t chess, ya know? |
| (Yeah) |
| It’s «Wifey» part three |
| My Gucci says, «Blind for love,» I can’t see, yeah |
| My girl, you can’t be |
| But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah |
| It’s «Wifey» part three |
| If you’re blowin' up my phone, I’ll leave you on «Read,» yeah |
| I’m done with them fiends |
| I’m a playboy, babe, got girl from all scenes, yeah |
| I love an Essex jawn |
| 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 that’s too bad, I need a Hannah B 'cause she bad (Call me) |
| Ayy, I love her breasts, but, boy, I need ass (I want ass) |
| I ain’t really drivin' for now, I’m in cabs (Cab ting) |
| If I ain’t with a yattie, I’m cookin' up in lab |
| No posin', I need a girl who don’t breathe when she blows it |
| I love a blonde ting, and Vicky’s explosive (Explosive) |
| But she knows it |
| We might have to part ways like Moses |
| Girl know I’m young, I’m rich, and I’m 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 niggas got the pum-p-pum-p-pums, yeah |
| It’s «Wifey» part three |
| My Gucci says, «Blind for love,» I can’t see, yeah |
| My girl, you can’t be |
| But I wanna see you up and out of them jeans, yeah |
| It’s «Wifey» part three |
| If you’re blowin' up my phone, I’ll leave you on «Read,» yeah |
| I’m done with them fiends (Uh) |
| I’m a playboy, babe, got girl from all scenes, yeah (Ayy, ayy) |