Lakutis - Wifey (feat. Das Racist) [Prod. by Patrick Wimberly & Das Racist] | Текст песни

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• Wifey (feat. Das Racist) [Prod. by Patrick Wimberly & Das Racist]

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I'mma wife 'er out
I'm, I'mma wife 'er out
I'mma wife 'er out
I'ma, I'mma wife 'er out
I'mma wife 'er out
I'm, I'mma wife 'er out
I never wife 'em out, but
I'mma wife 'er out

[Lakutis]
They be like, "Lex?"
What?
"You play Hungry Hungry Hippos?"
Yeah, cause I like to keep it simple
"Oh."
I'm the type turn a drop into a ripple
Turn a ripple to that crazy scene from Species in the middle (ok)
Mommy wylin', she don't know that it's a rental (one day)
Might finna wife it out
Make it official (nado)
Home girl said she like my Coogi choco-leah
Rest in peace Swayze
R-I-P Aaliyah
Body's like lady horses
Salty like baby tortoise
I'm in the forest
It behooves you to move towards it
I'm in the fortress, if it soothes you see more of it
Young suck beast
Death freak on a bitch, oops
Let me see the trick when you get up on the dick
Oops

[Hook]x2

[Kool AD]
Never wife 'em out, but
I'mma wife her out
Go ahead, girl
Live it up
Life it out
Pop it up
Bring it back
Walk it out
...back
Knock it out
Knock it off
What we talking 'bout?
Lock it down
Move it all around
Go to town
You're a soldier now
Holder of a boulder now
Money folder now
Throw the gold around
Told and sold the sound
Your girl told you that I ho around?
No, I just go around
You don't need to ask me if I hold it down
That's a dumb question
You don't even gotta ask the next one
And I don't have any more questions
So, what you wanna do?
I know what I wanna do

[Hook]x2

[Heems]
I'mma wife 'er out, tho
She be Edie Falco, but
She look better
I'm in a dope sweater
I'mma wifer 'er out
More than pipe 'er [piper?] out
I never wife 'em out, but
I like what she's about
I like the things she's saying
When they come outside her mouth
What she talk and shout, I want to learn about
Much to like about her
So much to write about
Kiss her on the mouth
That's what life's about
Listen down south
Listen when she pout
Make me want to get a job and get up off the couch
I don't trust nobody that like me
Gotta wife you out, but you gotta be wifey(?)
Face down, hair black, spicy
Wearing nothing but her Air Max Nike
She patient when I'm wilding in the streets
Waiting like the Dial-Up on the beat
Look into her eyes, when it's going down
Dive into her bones
Find a home to roam around
Go to town
Another round
Rub her down
Lovers sound
Lover her down
Lovers rock
From the kitchen to another spot
(Say what?)

[Hook]x2

Ooh ooh mommy, you know how you like it. (?)
Ooh ooh baby, to that spot doing that thing. (?)