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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | My Wife (ft Slim of 112) |
| Album: | | Genres: | R&B |
| Year: | | Length: | 197 sec |
Lyrics:
May I have your attention, please? This is the youngest CEO of Can-I-Ball And I brought some friend in with me To the left (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) That's right, my man Slim is on the vocals To the right (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) And Mr. Kanye West is on the beat To the left (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) To the right (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)
My wife, my wife My queen, my queen Your the one I like Shorty, do what you do for me
Hey, girl, I know I said that I'm not your man But Cannon got plans to put a rock on your hand I'm in the same color phantom as rotten bananas We split, know we goin' to the Wanna get married, cold feet wanted to scare me I told her that was for the birds but she want a Kaneri Got t?n carrots rock and 'em no lie Promise to stay monogamist—I'll try But off that patron anything can happ?n That's Can, Slim, and Kanye that got you dancin' Got the hold block full pf cops and ambulances Ma, I keep my pockets fat like Hammer pants
My wife, my wife My queen, my queen Your the one I like Shorty, do what you do for me My wife, my wife My queen, my queen Your the one I like Shorty, do what you do for me
(Shorty) It's , not matrimony So I'ma need a lap dance at the Bachelor Party Yo, I read on the Internet that we was endin' it But that's a rumor—we friends with benefits Lil' mama, you my pride and joy All that chicks on the side, they are not important I know pimpin' ain't easy, but I'm tired of whorin' Kinda like when Jordan retired from scorin' Kinda like When Cliff got tired of Lauren We can break up, but, ma, you know we gon make up Way that ass shake you hard to stay away from Words can't explain, so Slim just say it
My wife, my wife My queen, my queen Your the one I like Shorty, do what you do for me My wife, my wife My queen, my queen Your the one I like Shorty, do what you do for me
Yo, Kanye, make 'em rock to this You know a player in his prime like Optimus Transforming from a pimp to monogamous With chicks runnin' through my mind like John Malkovich last name ya, switch the whole game Gotta rock so big, she can't lift her finger I wonder if you had Eddie Murphy 'Boomerang' ya L.A. face, but she is a East Coast gangsta With the body like an Tight make ya say I don't want a prenup Why four? Shorty, you got money too So let's skip the wedding and go straight to the honeymoon
My wife, my wife My queen, my queen Your the one I like Shorty, do what you do for me My wife, my wife My queen, my queen Your the one I like Shorty, do what you do for me
Put your cups up! Ha-ha It's the new wedding anthem To the left (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) To the right (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) To the left (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it) To the right (Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it)
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