It's Hard Being Wifee Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Ughh 

Lately why'know how that sayin' goes 

"Be careful what you ask for in life 

'Cause you just might get it" 

Dependin' on what you ask for 

What you get you might now be able to get out it 

You heard? Ughh 

Niggas might take advantage if you let 'em (ughh) 

Play your cards right and if you fuck 'em in the same night 

Make sure that he don't snitch must be up to sumpin' 

Or might be lyin' on his dick, shit 

You know how niggas flip from gettin' pussy 

The head, 'til you spit yo bread and blew his dick 

Especially if he trip, shit 

Don't complain, bitch, do your thang 

And cop that range (ughh) 

When he hit you with that game 

You be like "A'ight, dude, whatever" 

And sleep on it, put like a week on it 

Get the Benz Jeep and creep on it 

Do you, like, yeah, faggot, screw you 

What the fuck am I to do now? 

Just lay back, like I'm that lame bitch, dude 

I'm that same bitch (uh huh) 

Don't you know? Never cross no ho 

Especially if she was Wifee and she know where that stands go 

Fuck you wildin' fo'? 

Who you stylin' fo'? 

And the truth is 

He fuckin' with the deuce kid (ughh) 

He don't know that I stick a move 

Get him wife for that Chyna White 

Nothing to lose, and I see right through him 

Yeah, we fuckin' tonight 

In the Duque, what he gawkin' and I'm truckin' tonight 

And if he sweet with the big ones, 

I'm lucky tonight 

And if he packin' like he yappin', 

I'm doin' him right 

Noreaga: 

Yo, yo, yo, yo 

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 

'Cause he just ain't right 

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 

'Cause he just ain't tight 

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 

'Cause he just ain't right 

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 

'Cause he just ain't tight, what 

Ughh, mostly, they'll play you closely (uh huh) 

Especially if you fuckin' 'em, anything could crushin' 'em 

Damn bitch, you lovin' 'em, impressed like that 

Bomb head, e'ry night, is the sex like that? (uh huh) 

Yeah, you ain't know, I was stress like that 

Over do, not this once, he don't handle like that 

Shoulda known not to fuck wit no light weight cats 

Rollin' doves in his stacks, I ain't fuckin' wit that 

I'm like 'Dude, where the fuck is yo big heads at? 

And you know how I get down, I don't pumps like that 

Plus he act funny, and he only fuck with track money 

And I'm, seven zero platinum-plat money 

It's not a game, nigga 

And like Sparkle, 

Be Careful What You Say, nigga 

The kind of cat that makes, wonder if he was sent to do this 

Put it down for you 

First chick he ever cried fo' 

Never had a chick that raps like this (uh huh) 

And impressed for no see 'cause streps like this (uh huh) 

And he makes a very it very clear (ughh) 

Baby mothers don't exist 

They just some Fox haters and condom breakers, ya heard?! 

What, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 

'Cause he just ain't right, what 

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 

'Cause he just ain't tight 

Yo, when your man ain't fuckin' you right 

And the dope daddy singing in the hood in that Chyna White 

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 

'Cause he just ain't right 

We say 'Fuck 'em, fuck 'em' 

'Cause he just ain't tight, what, what 

Ughh, the situation is (uh huh) 

y'all chicks be fuckin' with that mistress shit 

Babe ro, if not for the dough, I splits with the quickness 

Pleads no fits, leaves no traces, ya heard?! 

What the fuck is this? 

Payback shit? (uh huh) 

Is it God striking me for some way back shit? 

I'm like 'Damn, was the bitch really foul like this?' (uh huh) 

And my lobe be just to think, I should slash my wrist 

And my seven, from me thinkin' I should total my six 

Or should straight spazz out, fuck his man and split (uh huh) 

Took the code straight to his safe and just empty his bricks 

On the low, but I know that he love when I flip (ughh) 

Ya betta know how to throw the smash game 

Shit, I got to bring bitch and his last name (ughh) 

Any bitch could do a nigga whole big 

Any bitch could lock up and have a kid 

Any chick could fuck a nigga despite 

But the nigga got to love you if he make you his wife 

Ughh, ya chicks is lonely, I'm ownin' that dick 

And on top of all this bullshit, I'm still this chick