Lyrical Breakdown of My Wife, My Bitch, My Girl - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Hey! yes Real cocky Real sloppy Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me Super star style Whoop the are pounds Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large crowds Yes we are foul and we rich now Used to be all of me, but it's all on the bitch now They wanna get me stuck, they comin' into my world It's too late I got my wife, my bitch, my girl I was nineteen, met a nice queen Car was light green, naughty as ice cream But she too jealous nickaleas Sort of ridiculous with the liffa kickin' it We can never be inconspicuous (My bitch) Rolls with me, it's so sickly in love with me But she give me Felicia 'ol hickeys But go get me in the wee hours to get me slow quickies So sticky, roll with my homies she so shifty (My wife) Married a monsta, carried a youngsta Said if you cheated, it will come back to hunt ya She said my filthy world, makes her wanna hurl And that's my first verse, my wife, my bitch, my girl Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick She gotta go blow her grip Because it's all on a bitch One is no trip but two had just mo lip But three I can't cope with My wife, my bitch, my girl Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick She gotta go and blow her grip Because it's all on a bitch One is no trip, but two had just mo lip But three I just can't cope with My wife, my bitch, my girl Got a nice anus and it's right, ain't it? Can't really touch it durin' the day but in the night, tame it Usin' fight language when she take inches Great bitches gettin' busy on the weight benches (My bitch) Got a big butt, a big slut who get bucks You might look up and get your chick sucked 'Cause she's bi sex, keep her thighs wet Spontaneous I don't know what we gonna try next (My wife) Go a ghetto booty like Naomi, I'ma tell you like Jayo say All my bitches havin' fancy dreams And all my bitches wearin' apple bottom jeans My wife, my bitch, my girl Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick She gotta go blow her grip Because it's all on a bitch One is no trip but two had just mo lip But three I can't cope with My wife, my bitch, my girl Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick She gotta go blow her grip Because it's all on a bitch One is no trip but two had just mo lip But three I can't cope with My wife, my bitch, my girl If one's trippin', the other's for fun flippin', you coo She run's limpin', you end up with funds missin', you foo Come wicked your women become vicious and cruel Dump checkin' to someone with some check's and you lose Out of balance the playalistical values and lyin' I done challenged the way of mystical powers and high I can silence an egotistical chick in a fight I'm defiant with an evil twist my girl, my bitch and my wife Ain't no bitch on this planet that is a match for me They get sick and they stand it 'cause Nina packs the three Have to be, crash to see if natural cause a catastrophe Exactaly, my wife don't like me, my bitch get's hyphy (My girl) Might knife me twice just to spite me, my wife If I break her heart, my bitch It'll rip her apart, my girl But I'm the smarter y'all, my wife, my bitch, my girl Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick She gotta go blow her grip Because it's all on a bitch One is no trip but two had just mo lip But three I can't cope with My wife, my bitch, my girl Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick She gotta go blow her grip Because it's all on a bitch One is no trip but two had just mo lip But three I can't cope with My wife, my bitch, my girl Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick She gotta go blow her grip Because it's all on a bitch One is no trip but two had just mo lip But three I can't cope with My wife, my bitch, my girl Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick She gotta go blow her grip Because it's all on a bitch One is no trip but two had just mo lip But three I can't cope with My wife, my bitch, my girl