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Wifey Type Lyrics

Baby C – Wifey Type Lyrics

Fuck wit it nigga ha!
Say,
When you see a bad chick
The type that do her own thang
Ya know what I'm talkin about?
It's one thing I look for
Ya know what I'm talkin about?
Lets git it!

[Chorus:]
I'm lookin for that wifey type,
Wifey type, wifey type, wifey type, wifey type
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for that wifey type,
Wifey type, (she gotta be hood too) wifey type, wifey type, wifey type
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for

She gotta face like mya
Ass like trina
Pull up to the front
Tell her to hop off in my beamer

Kinfolk, I see her
Ya, ya, I see her
Lookin fly as hell
All these hoes wanna be her
She dress her own way
Swag her own way
Hair and nails did
On a Friday, dats a payday
Now I don't give a fuck
About that "he say or she say"
What I say today
Imma get her
So don't hate

She like the way I dougie
She like when I hit my G
She ask them other nigga why they can't do it like this
Why?
I'm the shit
Ye aint know
I'm the shit
Now check out my lean
With my team in the click
Mayne fuck it
I'm tryna get to her
Ye aint know
Go on shawty, get it bitch
She drop it to the floor
Kinfolk, ye aint know
This the one I'm lookin for
Hey shawty, get it bitch
She a drop it to the floor

Cause I'm
[Chorus:]
I'm lookin for that wifey type,
Wifey type, wifey type, wifey type, wifey type
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for that wifey type,
Wifey type, wifey type, wifey type, wifey type
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for that wifey type

She gotta face like mya
Ass like trina
Pull up to the front
Tell her to hop off in my beamer
Pull up to the front
Tell her to hop off in my beamer
Pull up to the front
Tell her to hop off in my beamer

I gotta bad little classy chick
Sicker than your average
Real talk, she from the home of the Mavericks
Love to claim a nigga
Plus she call me daddy
She there for me
Try ya luck if you think you can have it
See I'm a G
Oh you aint heard what?
Then watch me
Nigga, the bitch on my arms
And one hittin the sidekick
The sidekick?
Hell yea, we talkin that profit
Imma pimp
Nope
Wont see me come out my pockets
Helll naw
Baby C is the name
That's right
Two Three's the game
So don't hate me mayne
Say kinfolf, what you say?
Baby C is the name
Two Three's the game
So don't hate me mayne

You see
I'm tryna find a chick to go home with
You know, the type to do her thang on the magic stick
I said the type to do her thang on the magic stick
And you can do it like that
Or you can do it like this

Dats why
[Chorus X2]
I'm lookin for that wifey type,
Wifey type, wifey type, wifey type, wifey type
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for that wifey type,
Wifey type, wifey type, wifey type, wifey type
I'm lookin for
I'm lookin for that wifey type

She gotta face like mya
Ass like trina
Pull up to the front
Tell her to hop off in my beamer
Pull up to the front
Tell her to hop off in my beamer
Pull up to the front
Tell her to hop off in my beamer
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