My Wife
She come up here
Telling me what I
Suppose to do
I cuss her out
Cause I in love
Wiff you
Talking all that trash
Bytch what want
Me to do
Tell her to her face
I in love
Wiff you
Bytches and snitches too
He the zimma core roux
Gravy thick as hell
What's a gal to do
Call my boys
See they crazy too
Ain't scare to say
I in love
Wiff you
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