| Ay, ay, ay, ay
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| Honourable C-Note
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| I’m the hardest out and I been about
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| This ain’t D.M.C., but I run the house
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| What you talkin' 'bout? |
| I ain’t got no doubts
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| Bitches want clout, keep me out your mouth
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| Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth?
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| Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth? |
| (Run your mouth)
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| Don’t you know that I’m the hottest in the South
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| Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth? |
| (Run your mouth)
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| Said you wanna be my man, but you need your Repan, yeah
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| Tryna make a hundred grand, everything name brand, yah
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| Pullin' up when I land, gotta get with the gang
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| Gotta get with the gang, gotta get with the gang
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| Get right, move light and the pussy tight
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| I be doin' everything you like
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| If you need a break, book a flight
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| Outta sight, then you outta mind
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| Pull up on you when you’re on your grind
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| Get you straight when you outta line
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| I’m a boss, I can handle mine
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| Cause I, ay, ay, got my own, I can flex, say nothing
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
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| Hold it down, bust me down, make it bling
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
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| I’m a boss, I ain’t really into flings
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
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| Phone bling, but I need me a ring
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings, ay
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| I just say what I want and I do what I like
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| I ain’t livin' for no man, n*gga still got no wife
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| Why you talkin' out your neck, talkin' outta spite?
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| Bitch is soakin' up the sauce, this ain’t happen overnight
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| Leavin' hoes, got the guide, I ain’t never switchin' sides
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| I’m the wave, I’m the tide
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| You ain’t really down to ride (Nah)
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| Down to earth, but I still be lookin' fly
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| I could be in the bag, still they look when I walk by
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| Ooh, do it better than you, yeah
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| Louis bag, I need two, get that for me, boo (Boo, boo)
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| Boy, I might just get 'em myself and them other bags on the shelf
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| I could probably do with a belt (Belt, belt)
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| Get the fresh ones out the back
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| Question is, if I throw it back, little n*gga, tell me, could you handle that?
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| Ass fat with a big stack
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| Hair laid, nails intact
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| This is breakfast, lunch, dinner, n*gga, you don’t even need a snack
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| ('Cause I’m more than a snack)
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| Ay, got my own, I can flex, say nothing
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
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| Hold it down, bust me down, make it bling
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
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| I’m a boss, I ain’t really into flings
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
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| Phone bling, but I need me a ring
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| Wifey tings, wifey, ay
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings (Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings)
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| Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings (Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wifey Tingz, artist - Ms Banks. Album song The Coldest Winter Ever, Pt. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп