Wife

[Intro: Wynne] Uh, yeah [Verse 1: Wynne] I look back at it like I'm reminiscing, I'm fucking him like I'm smitten Probably the edible kicked in, I feel it all up in my midriff Telling me how much he missed it, I stay on your side of the bed Pussy make you forget what I said, know you gon' bring it back up in the end I give it a week, I'm sucking my teeth Don't ask me to act like I ain't been a freak Until we linked, ego so fragile You tapping this water like it's out the sink Fuck with you, stink, pull up a seat It's private for you, at least 'til it leaks We barely got out the bed in a week, leaving the scent of cologne on my sheets [Bridge: Wynne] Stack money, but he calling me shortbread Baby, come kiss my forehead Can't be a free man like Morgan Keeping your tees, I'm sorry I'm hoarding Did your ex ever tell you you're gorgeous? Again and again like the chorus Uh, kill the pussy and mourn it I'm making breakfast for you in the morning [Refrain: Wynne] He picture me in his fantasy We fuck, got me yelling profanities I like the way that he handles me Made him realize he might want a family [Chorus: Wynne & Chris Patrick] Wife, wife, wife, wife Wife, wife, wife (Yeah), wife [Verse 2: Chris Patrick & Wynne] Is you gon' Moriah Mills me? (Nah) If I piss your ass off, is you posting our sex tape on Twitter to try and kill me? Cool, I ain't tripping, go ahead, post the vid up They gon' see how you act when you laid on your back for the moment my tongue and your clit touch They gon' peep that this nigga from Jersey got hall of fame dick, work the rim with the skills for MVP pick ups Busting your shit up Wingardium Leviosa, got that magical pussy with powers for rising my stick up I got my hand round the base of your neck when I slide in it You tell me, "I love you," I say that shit back 'cause it make you get wetter when riding it Damn near together, might as well vibe with it Put you to sleep every time that you came Picturing me and you locking the chain Miniature me, started rocking my slang Driving my whip like you copped it, stop playing Ran off with hoodie, shit, I don't complain You my lil' stink, my lil' rider, my baby Finna stay lowkey, I'm private with dating Belong to me only, I'm cutting hoes daily You the one I'm tryna see the world end with Hoes pop up, I'ma curve that quick On God, you deserve that shit Fuck you so good that you get up on TikTok, make a crazy little girlfriend skit Clear out the schedule for you, ain't much shit better than you (Yeah) [Chorus: Wynne & Chris Patrick] Baby girl, you is a Wife, wife, wife, wife Wife, wife, wife Baby girl, you is a Wife, wife, wife, wife Wife, wife, wife [Verse 3: Wynne] Got me on my knees, baby Breathe, baby Passenger princess, I let you drive like I'm setting a screen, baby My number one prospect Let me help you process trauma you got that you haven't unlocked yet You let me in and I'm clearing out cobwebs No one's been in here since you were a toddler Damn, thought I had the summer, you're making me pivot I look at you and I know that it's different Turn in my homework the way I'm subm— Still call the shots, don't get it twisted Dream girl, but I'm so realistic Dream girl, but I'm so real [Refrain: Wynne] He picture me in his fantasy We fuck, got me yelling profanities I like the way that he handles me Made him realize he might want a family [Chorus: Chris Patrick & Both] Wife, wife, wife, wife Wife, wife, wife, ayy Baby girl, you is a wife