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Ay, ay, ay, ay Honourable C-Note I'm the hardest out and I been about This ain't D.M.C., but I run the house What you talkin' 'bout? I ain't got no doubts Bitches want clout, keep me out your mouth Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth? Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth? (Run your mouth) Don't you know that I'm the hottest in the South Why you run your mouth, bitch, why you run your mouth? (Run your mouth) Said you wanna be my man, but you need your Repan, yeah Tryna make a hundred grand, everything name brand, yah Pullin' up when I land, gotta get with the gang Gotta get with the gang, gotta get with the gang Get right, move light and the pussy tight I be doin' everything you like If you need a break, book a flight Outta sight, then you outta mind Pull up on you when you're on your grind Get you straight when you outta line I'm a boss, I can handle mine Cause I, ay, ay, got my own, I can flex, say nothing Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings Hold it down, bust me down, make it bling Letras de cancionesWifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings I'm a boss, I ain't really into flings Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings Phone bling, but I need me a ring Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings, ay I just say what I want and I do what I like I ain't livin' for no man, n*gga still got no wife Why you talkin' out your neck, talkin' outta spite? Bitch is soakin' up the sauce, this ain't happen overnight Leavin' hoes, got the guide, I ain't never switchin' sides I'm the wave, I'm the tide You ain't really down to ride (Nah) Down to earth, but I still be lookin' fly I could be in the bag, still they look when I walk by Ooh, do it better than you, yeah Louis bag, I need two, get that for me, boo (Boo, boo) Boy, I might just get 'em myself and them other bags on the shelf I could probably do with a belt (Belt, belt) Get the fresh ones out the back Question is, if I throw it back, little n*gga, tell me, could you handle that? Ass fat with a big stack Hair laid, nails intact This is breakfast, lunch, dinner, n*gga, you don't even need a snack ('Cause I'm more than a snack) Ay, got my own, I can flex, say nothing Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings Hold it down, bust me down, make it bling Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings I'm a boss, I ain't really into flings Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings Phone bling, but I need me a ring Wifey tings, wifey, ay Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings (Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings) Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings (Wifey tings, wifey tings, wifey tings) From Letras Mania