Wifey Riddim (George Daniel Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro: Jorja Smith] Made you look this, look this way, look, look this Made you think you, think you could, think, think you Made you look this, look this way, look, look this Made you think you, think you could, think, think you [Refrain: Jorja Smith & Shygirl] Made you look this, look this way, look, look this (You know I'm wi—) Made you think you, think you could, think, think you (Wifey, wifey) Made you look this, look this way, look, look this (You, you, you) Made you think you, think you could, think, think you (Wifey, wifey) [Verse 1: Shygirl] You know I'm wifey I love to get my tings nicely Look too good but stay bad quietly Wanna be mine? That won't be likely Call me Brandy, boy is mine Hold me close more than one time Two like me you just won't find Too wifey, boy, don't hit my line Wifey, boy, don't hit my line Hit my line, hit my line Hit my line, hit my line Hit my line, hit my line Wifey, boy, don't hit my line Wifey, wifey Wifey, boy, don't, wifey, wifey Wifey, boy, don't, wifey, wifey [Refrain: Jorja Smith & Shygirl] Made you look this, look this way, look, look this (You know I'm wi—) Made you think you, think you could, think, think you (Wifey, wifey) Made you look this, look this way, look, look this (You, you, you) Made you think you, think you could, think, think you (Wifey, wifey) [Chorus: Jorja Smith] You like me the way I am, don't need to change a thing Too busy hustling, but, baby, you can buy the ring You like me the way I am, you think we're meant to be I know you dream of me, but, boy, it's just a fantasy [Drop: Jorja Smith & Shygirl] Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, wifey Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy [Verse 2: SadBoi] Done now, I know you love when I pop my shit Scroll on the 'Gram, like all my pics A bad gyal need PDA Grab my ass, make the mandem sick Better let the world all know Give me that ring, let the gyaldem know That I'm wifey for sure Hold up, baby, call on my phone Baby, call on my Baby, call on my Baby, call on my [Outro: Jorja Smith & Shygirl] Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy (You know I'm wi—) Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy (Wifey, wifey) Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, fantasy (Wifey, boy, don't hit my line)