Wifey Baby Mama Lyrics

One, two, three, four
Yeah, yeah, huh
Uh, felt like I was in over my head for a minute
But if I start somethin', I gotta finish
So, yeah
Work it out
Work it out, work it out (Hey)
Yeah, got a nice ring to it, huh

Okay, now this time around is different
Promise, I swear
I traveled the world
Seen it all, then never cared
I don't know besides the pap', huh
Can't relate
Separate me from what you hate
Said it straighten up the pace
Last time we fussed was some wild shit, I know
You love the poet who can't get his words right sometimes
And you ain't sign up for that, you waitin' on the punchline
It's feelin' like crunchtime
I really want my

Baby mama without the drama, huh
Give you everything I got for a thousand summers
I know you wanna
Plans of gettin' married in a villa
Our baby throwin' flowers (Flowers)
Blood in, blood out, truth spiller
Let's make the world ours

Ayy, to be a man, show your dad I can, let me follow suit
Like a tailor, if I feel her, I'ma pull up in that coupe
Smoky blue, when I break that shit, gon' feel like parachute
Candy rain, retract the roof, so for real, it's bulletproof
They can shoot it, but I'm Cupid, keep a arrow on my hip
Two fourteen like Marshall Faulk, she gon' catch me if I slip
Won her over in the south of France, picked up at the shore
By a boat that took us to a boat, how could you ask for more?
This love is lavender smellin', vanilla kiss, after we relish
Patek with relics, we done made a national treasure
Valentine colored seats
Cherry red win to help us speak
Smooth it over 'til it's all peach
That convo I fumble, last one I stumble
You royalty, but in my mind it feel like Royal Rumbles
If it ain't you, then I'ma pack it up
A promise is a parallel, you gotta back it up

Baby mama without the drama, huh
Give you everything I got for a thousand summers
I know you wanna
Plans of gettin' married in a villa (Married)
Our baby throwin' flowers (Flowers)
Blood in, blood out, truth spiller
Let's make the world ours