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Correct Wifey Vs. WiFi / / / P.M.S. Lyrics
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(feat. BR3) Pt. I: Wifey vs. WiFi [Intro: Ab-Soul] Man, I hate quotin' Jay Z, but cuz just too tight Is he a Blood? Is he Crip? Is he that? Is he this? Will he do it? You know, it! Now every time I say "it" it's in reference to my dick You can suck it if you want to Every time I say "it" it's in reference to my dick And you can suck it, motherfuckin' bitch! [Verse 1: Ab-Soul] Listen, bitch! When it's in you the sentiment is incredible Winter fresh even, I even undress your winter clothes When it's out, instead of worryin' about where it's at You'd rather rack your cap About where it's goin' or where it's been Where are we goin'? I'm beginning to see an end Don't bring Larry King in this Sniff the evidence on my clothes and go through my cell phone And now I'm in jail for leavin' out a few details, oh well [Hook: Ab-Soul] It's wifey or WiFi (aye!) Wifey or WiFi (aye!) wifey or WiFi Got some niggas in the pen that really gotta face time She just bitching ‘cause I missed her FaceTime It's wifey or WiFi (aye!) Wifey or WiFi (aye!) wifey or WiFi Got some niggas really havin' issues in the cell She just bitching ‘cause them other bitches in my cell [Post-Hook: Ab-Soul] Oh well, oh well I guess she wanna go to war then I guess we should warn the warden Oh well, oh well [Bridge: Ab-Soul] Alright, I want you to tweet me right now If you're using your third iPhone It's wifey or WiFi, wifey or WiFi Wifey or WiFi, hey, hey It's wifey or WiFi, wifey or WiFi Wifey or WiFi, oh well, oh well Oh well, oh well Oh, I hit you with the hash back [Verse 2: Ab-Soul] Aye, my nigga lil' Riley got into it with his mommy They be fightin' all the time, so I ain't pay it no mind He said: "God, she could really be the Devil," I said "Chill!" He smacked his teeth And shook his head and said "No, for real! You know I love her, but she could really be a pain in the ass Matter fact, fuck that! Pull out your jack real fast! Real shit, my nigga, now glance at the keypad This that mind-bogglin' shit you like to throw in your raps And this might be your best yet; notice how every number Represents three letters of the alphabet Like, 2 is A-B-C, 3 is D-E-F 4 is G-H-I," I said: "I get it, alright!" He said: "Now trip off this, listen to me, Soul I know you off the shits, but I'ma need you to get a grip." I said: "Be serious," he said "Dial M-O-M." What a hella coincidence! It was 6-6- Pt. II: P.M.S [Hook: BR3] All because of this penitentiary mind state, is it my fate? For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? I kept it real, and I ain't never been fake I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith See, this penitentiary mind state, is it my fate? For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? I kept it real, and I ain't never been fake I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith [Verse 3: BR3] Look, there's sixty seconds left, I'ma have to get back later Your boy chasin' this penitentiary paper Tell my momma stay on point Your phone hit her on three-way Then, fuck it, I'ma hit her on that other joint First term, nigga, but I did it like a vet Hung up the phone, and when I asked: "Who had next?" It was one of the lifers, all nest with no neck Gotta stay with my striker, no nigga is no threat I swipe my knife on the under But I can still hear it in my head When he said: "That's right, youngster Just stay focused, sleep with your hands open Beat 'em with a long-handled spoon When you deal with smokers." I sag low when I walk the yard, hold my head high Yaddada to them Bay niggas; me, I'm from the Westside Lookin' for a gram to steal, ‘cause I'm tryin' to get high Thinkin' about my fake-ass bitch on the outside Out of sight, out of mind, shit, I don't mind Long as a nigga make the paper when he doin' time Right, look… fuck it, I'm lyin', I'm just really tryin' to hold out Thought of some trick runnin' dick in my bitch mouth [Hook: BR3] My penitentiary mind state, is it my fate? For God's sakes, why did I have to lose the case? I kept it real, and I ain't never been fake I'm feelin' like Biggie when he lost Faith Look, look, hold up, hold up!
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