Do you know how hard that is? I know you love your children I know you love your wife I know you set yourself up to live the simple life. Since you were young and it’s so bright. I can offer you so little help But just accept the hands you’ve been dealt

I used to be so kind. Never got up and shared anything I'm flawed by your sound. My husband left me last night Left me a poor and lonely wife I cooked the meals and he got the life

You must be The Houdini in my life But you can’t see I could never be your wife ‘Cause I’m still a lady No, I’m not some witch That postponed your lines I’m not on the best You’re Houdini in the state and boy

She makes me a killer Never make a pretty woman your wife You can't trust that funny look in her eye How can a angel break my heart? Life's hard! I'm just trying to play my part Never make a pretty woman your wife Never make a pretty woman your wife,

Baby you're a one of one to me I know that I should probably wife you up And baby I swear I'm done with these Other women they don't mean shit to me You was tryna know me When they didn't know me Girl we fell in love we both worked at the mall Way before

You ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to

He sticks to his guns He take the road as it comes It take the shine off his shoes He says it's a shame You know it may be a game And she tell him that he's crazy I'm your wife Ah, but I won't play to lose He's burning the grass

Fellas if ya love your girl fight that appetite for the ladies, appetite for the ladies, Usher Usher, yeah man, true story, Real G's wit me on this one, ya, ya, ya, ya Wifey home, wedding band I'm a lucky man, You'd think I'd be satisfied and truthfully

I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you I trust you in my home, you rascal, you I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you Please don't let me find

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