AJ Tracey - Wifey Riddim 3 Lyrics
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Wifey Riddim 3
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What Are The Lyrics For Wifey Riddim 3 By AJ Tracey?
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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 |
Who Wrote Wifey Riddim 3 By AJ Tracey?
Che Moran, Naseem Tahir Wester Tregenza Shah, Pahuldip Singh Sandhu
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What's The Duration Of The Wifey Riddim 3 By AJ Tracey?The duration of Wifey Riddim 3 is 2:52 minutes and seconds. |
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