Lyrics Wifey - Qveen Herby
Ahh,
turn
the
clicker
off
for
me,
there
ya
go
Uh-huh
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-ah-ah
Da-da-da-da
Aye,
speak
to
me
kindly
I'm
the
type
of
girl
you
call
"Wifey"
Yeah
(Yeah)
I
ain't
no
side
piece
I'm
the
one
you
takin'
home
to
mommies
Come
on
(Come
on)
Ah,
speak
to
me
kindly
(Speak
to
me
kindly)
I'm
the
type
of
girl
you
call
"Wifey"
Yeah
(Yeah)
I'm
such
a
dime
piece
(I'm
such
a
dime
piece)
Back
me,
and
I'll
never
leave
side,
B
You
know
I'm
gifted
when
it
comes
to
havin'
loyalty
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
But
don't
get
it
twisted,
I
don't
take
no
shit
from
nobody
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
I
know
it's
so
hard
to
commit
with
all
these
chicks
around
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
You
act
so
different
with
your
boys,
and
throw
your
dick
around
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Too
late
to
return
the
ring
And
if
you
can't
hang
now,
you
can
rock
a
fling
How
come
everyday
I
slay
from
the
crack
of
dawn
But
you
act
so
dumb,
like
your
brain
is
off?
So,
don't
yawn
Bitch
wrong
This
broad
is
on
You
better
get
strong
If
"nah",
move
along
now
Somebody
better
gonna
right
your
wrong
I
could
sing
it
for
ya'
all
day
long
Aye,
speak
to
me
kindly
I'm
the
type
of
girl
you
call
"Wifey"
Yeah
(Yeah)
I
ain't
no
side
piece
(I
ain't
no
side
piece)
I'm
the
one
you
takin'
home
to
mommies
Come
on
Ah,
speak
to
me
kindly
(Speak
to
me
kindly)
I'm
the
type
of
girl
you
call
"Wifey"
Yeah
(Yeah)
I'm
such
a
dime
piece
(I'm
such
a
dime
piece)
Back
me,
and
I'll
never
leave
your
side,
B
It
seems
like
everybody's
lookin'
for
eternal
bliss
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
That's
what
you
find
when
you
unbutton
my
Versace
dress
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
Don't
be
a
pussy
and
come
at
me
with
commitment
shit
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
You
know
I'd
die
fo'
you,
act
like
you
know
what
time
it
is
(Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah)
These
hips
are
a
work
of
art
And
if
you
don't
see
that,
"death
do
us
part"
Now,
I
ain't
even
gonna
flex,
'cause
I
am
the
best
No
Becky
in
distress,
I'm
a
dragon
in
a
dress
I
don't
get
no
rest
(Aye),
everyday
I'm
blessed
(Uh)
Work
on
my
finesse
(Uh),
Tiffany
on
my
neck
(Yea)
It's
a
bull
thing,
not
a
new
thing
You
better
get
it
right
if
you
talkin'
to
me
Must've
had
a
mind
smart
enough
to
choose
me
Your
boys
say
it's
fine,
you're
supposed
to
use
me
You
don't
wanna
fuck
around
hard
enough
to
loose
me
So,
whenever
I'm
around
would
you
please
Salute
me?
(Please
salute
me,
please
salute
me)
Aye,
speak
to
me
kindly
(Speak
to
me
kindly)
I'm
the
type
of
girl
you
call
"Wifey"
Yeah
(Yeah,
yeah)
I
ain't
no
side
piece
(I
ain't
no
side
piece)
I'm
the
one
you
takin'
home
to
mommies,
yea
Come
on
(Come
on)
Speak
to
me
kindly
(Speak
to
me
kindly)
I'm
the
type
of
girl
you
call
"Wifey"
Yeah
(yeah)
I'm
such
a
dime
piece
(I'm
such
a
dime
piece)
Back
me,
and
I'll
never
leave
your
side,
B
(Never
leave
yo'
side
B)
I
could
be
your
wife
all
your
life
I
could
be
your
wife
(Aye)
Better
role
a
strike
and
hold
on
to
me
tightly
Or
I'll
break
your
heart,
he
will
not
take
it
lightly
No,
the
revenge
of
the
wifey
(Aye,
aye)
I
need
a
man
who's
gonna
propose
to
me
on
a
mountain
That's
gonna
bring
me
flowers
every
Wednesday,
and
who's
gonna
call
me
when
he's
out
of
town
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