Das Racist - Wifey lyrics

[Hook]x2 I'mma wife 'er out, I'm, I'mma wife 'er out I'mma wife 'er out, I'ma, I'mma wife 'er out I'mma wife 'er out, I'm, I'mma wife 'er out I never wife 'em out, but I'mma wife 'er out [Lakutis] They be like, "Lex?" (What?) "You play Hungry Hungry Hippos?" Yeah, cause I like to keep it simple (Oh) I'm the type turn a drop into a ripple Turn a ripple to that crazy scene from Species in the middle (OK) Mommy wylin', she don't know that it's a rental (one day) Might finna wife it out, make it official (nado) Homegirl said she like my kujichagulia Rest in peace, Swayze, R.I.P. Aaliyah Body's like lady horses, salty like baby tortoise I'm in the forest, it behooves you to move towards it I'm in the fortress, if it soothes you see more of it Young s** beast, d**h freak on a b**h, oops Let me see the trick when you get up on the dick Oops [Hook]x2 [Kool A.D.] Never wife 'em out, but I'mma wife her out Go ahead, girl, live it up, life it out Pop it up, bring it back, walk it out, bring it back Knock it out, knock it off, what we talking 'bout? Lock it down, move it all around, go to town You're a soldier now, holder of a boulder now Money folder now, throw the gold around Told and sold the sound Your girl told you that I ho around? No, I just go around You don't need to ask me if I hold it down That's a dumb question, you don't even gotta ask the next one And I don't have any more questions So, what you wanna do? I know what I wanna do [Hook]x2 [Heems] I'mma wife 'er out, tho, she be Edie Falco But she look better, I'm in a dope sweater I'mma wife 'er out, more than pipe 'er out I never wife 'em out, but I like what she's about I like the things she's saying when they come outside her mouth What she talk and shout, I want to learn about Much to like about her, so much to write about Kiss her on the mouth, that's what life's about Listen down south, listen when she pout Make me want to get a job and get up off the couch I don't trust nobody that like me Gotta wife you out, but you gotta be my wifey Face down, hair black, spicy Wearing nothing but her Air Max Nikes She patient when I'm wilding in the streets Waiting like the dial-up on the beat [Look into her eyes, when it's going down Dive into her bones, find a home to roam around Go to town, another round, rub her down, lover's sound Love her down, lovers rock from the kitchen to another spot (Say what?) [Hook]x2 Ooh ooh mommy, you know how you like it. (?) Ooh ooh baby, to that spot doing that thing. (?)