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) Shit, got a nice ring to it, huh [Verse 1] Okay, now this time around is different Promise, I swear I've traveled the world Seen it all and never cared, no, no Besides the pap', huh Can't relate Separate me from what you hate Set it straight and up the pace Last time we fussed was some wild shit, I know You loved a 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 [Chorus] 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, true spiller Let's make the world ours [Verse 2] Ayy, to be a man, show you that I can, let me follow suit Like a tailor, if I fail her, I'ma pull up in that coupe Smokey blue, when I brake, that shit gon' feel like parachute Candy rain, retract the roof, soul for real, it's bulletproof They can shoot it, but I'm Cupid, keep a arrow on my hip 2-14 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 wine to help us speak Smooth it over 'til it's all peachy 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 Our promises are parallel, you gotta back it up [Chorus] 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, true spiller Let's make the world ours