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 If you're blowin' up my phone, I'll leave you on "Read," yeah I'm done with them fiends (Uh) I'm a

Turn me up yo uh yo I step up in the club like, who the fuck's that? Yeah bitch it's another king, ninja's back Pants sagging down you can see my butt crack Sagging so low you can see my nut sack Yeah motherfucker my flows are ill, my balls fat and

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, No not me Uh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow (Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking) (Bout you, you not quite sho' you know what I'm saying but

I am just an icon living, living I am just an icon living I-i-icon living (woo) Spanish remix Yo shy guy, Yo Jaden, uh Wouh! Hahaha Yeah, hit it!

Don't talk to me, nuh-uh (Nuh-uh) Don't stare at me, nuh-uh (Ooh) Yeah, I done glowed up (Chyeah) Then I fucked your bitch, uh-huh (Uh-huh) What's your name? Lil Pump (Brrt) Told that bitch shut up (Chyeah) I drink a lotta lean (Ooh), pop a lotta pills

I'm the illest Cause I'm the illest Yeah, say it (say it) uh-huh I gotta be a ill nigga, with no denyin How the FUCK I get this crowd movin without even tryin? Made it out the projects, against all odds

I'm the mack, I'm the mack I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Yeah) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Skeet) Minor setbacks for major comebacks, yeah (Ooh) Baby, have a talk with your son That nigga lookin' like a sack, huh (Bitch) I'm the mack, I'm the mack (Mack)

We're untouchable Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is Yah mean? We untouchable baby I keep my song in my soul Blessed my heart and made it go Tops of our heads to tips of our toes Everyday the sun'll shine

Hey, 'cause I need a best friend, uh Play the block like Tetris, uh Baby girl, it was worth it Yeah, I'm sorry to be selfish Will you be my best friend, girl? Yeah or nah? Yeah yeah Yeah, 'cause I need a best friend, uh Fifteen hundred on Jimmy Choos,

This little life of mine A-Amen, A-Amen I'm gonna let it shine Amen, uh, A-Amen, uh A-Amen, Amen, Amen, with the horns, now Amen, with the rhythm, now A-Amen, Amen, Amen, everybody, now A-Amen, Amen, Amen, he let me tell you I'm gonna let it shine, yeah,