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