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Fes Taylor lyrics : "Coulda Been Wifey"


You could of been wifey
But no, you not that one, you know you not that one

You could of been wifey
I was gonna let you have my son, have you have my son
You could of been wifey

Even though, you ain't good for me, you not good for me
You could of been wifey
How the hell I'm gon' let this be, I'm gon' let this be



Listen, hun, you should be wifey material

But you read instructions just to make cereal
I like my eggs scrambled, you make 'em sunny side up
You used to be a bus chick, before you was a rider

The soul provider, when you was in the shelter
I did things for you, when no one was there to help ya
Anniverseries, birthdays, Valentine's, Christmas

But you tried to dismiss, (*##$ you on my %#@! list
Kiss where the sun don't shine, bottom line
And please don't worry bout me, I'm fine

I don't mind, I'm on the grind, you can beat your feet
She don't speak, cause the ^!$$% $#&@ing live across the street
I got your neighbor, doing sexual behavior

She heard God willing and thought I was a savior
But you know I need true love like Flava
And I'm probably pissed off at all the time I gave her

You never keep a man if you nag nag nag
We be mad, at the next chick lab, ready to stab, holla back
I'm leaving, on the next plane

I should of known you was never good to carry my name







I'm a D-O-N, and you know this %#@!
Piff man, I'm a slinger, stay smoking %#@!
No dough, hard dick, stay focused, (*##$

No trick, Mega Don, what part you missed?
I puff swiss, $#&@ with a numbness, I done dick
Done with a dumb (*##$, it would of been fun, (*##$

A ho don't go in the house, she burn the street up
The (*##$ can't swim, she gon' drown, I stay g'd up
Don't hate me, baby, hate the game

Fools fall in love, I ain't with the lame
Yeah, I bought a ring, just to $#&@ up her brain
Picture me, getting wet up, and just stop the set up






I'm a million dollar man, (*##$, holla if you can
(*##$ said she got a man, but, he was in the can

My flight lands in 12, my game just fast forward
G-5, $#&@ me for free, no cash for it
I passported, you could of been, ask for it

Now it's too late, baby, could of went half for it
Acting all brand new, ma, threw a mask on it
That ain't you, daughter aborted

Child supported, try to get a piece of my recordings
Heard you was creeping while I'm touring, I ain't for it
I do the two-step, you know a pair of a new checks

(*##$es first thing they check, if you shoes fresh
I do dress, so hoes like, who's Fes?
G have 'em losing they dress

I'm a mess, you ain't used to begets
You still Reebok strapping it up, what happened to us?







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