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wife - wynne & chris patrick lyrics

[intro: wynne]
uh, yeah

[verse 1: wynne]
i look back at it like i’m reminiscing, i’m f*cking 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
p*ssy 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 t**th
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
f*ck 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 h**rding
did your ex ever tell you you’re gorgeous?
again and again like the chorus
uh, k!ll the p*ssy and mourn it
i’m making breakfast for you in the morning
[refrain: wynne]
he picture me in his fantasy
we f*ck, 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 p*ss your ass off, is you posting our s*x tape on twitter to try and k!ll 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 cl*t touch
they gon’ peep that this n*gga from jersey got hall of fame d*ck, work the rim with the sk!lls for mvp pick ups
busting your sh*t up
wingardium leviosa, got that magical p*ssy 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 sh*t back ’cause it make you get wetter when riding it
d*mn 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, sh*t, 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 sh*t
f*ck you so good that you get up on tiktok, make a crazy little girlfriend skit
clear out the schedule for you, ain’t much sh*t 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
d*mn, 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 f*ck, 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

- wynne chris patrick lyrics

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