Wifey lyrics

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

• Artist:Qveen Herby
• Album:EP 2