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Wifey vs. WiFi / / / P.M.S. - Ab-Soul/BR3
Written by：BR3/Ab-Soul
Man I hate quoting Jay-Z
Beause it's just too tight
Is he a blood is he crip is he that is he this
Will he do it you know it
Now every time I say it it's in reference to my ****
You can suck it if you want to
Every time I say it it's in reference to my ****
And you can suck it motherf**king b**ch
Listen b**ch when it's in you the sentiment is incredible
Winter fresh even I even undress your winter clothes
When it's out instead of worrying about where it's at
You'd rather rack your cap about where it's going
Or where it's been
Where are we going I'm beginning to see an end
Don't bring Larry King in this
Sniff the evidence on my clothes
And go through my cell phone and
Now I'm in jail for leaving out a few details oh well
It's wifey or WiFi ay
Wifey or WiFi ay wifey or WiFi
Got some niggas in the pen that really gotta face time
She just *****ing cause I missed her facetime
It's wifey or WiFi ay
Wifey or WiFi ay wifey or WiFi
Got some niggas really having issues in the cell
She just *****ing cause them other b**ches in my cell oh well
Oh well
I guess she wanna go to war then
I guess we should warn the warden
Oh well oh well
Alright I want you to tweet me right now
If you're using your third iphone
It's wifey or WiFi wifey or WiFi
Wifey or WiFi
It's wifey or WiFi wifey or WiFi
Wifey or WiFi oh well oh well
Oh well oh well
Ay
My ni**a lil' riley got into it with his mommy
They be fighting all the time so I ain't pay it no mind
He said god she could really be the devil I said chill
He smacked his teeth and shook his head
And said no for real
You know I love her but she could really be a pain in the a**
Matter fact f**k that pull out your jack real fast
Real sh*t my ni**a now glance at the keypad
This that mind boggling sh*t you like to throw in your raps
And this might be your best yet
Notice how every number
Represents three letters of the alphabet
Like 2 is A-B-C 3 is D-E-F
4 is G-H-I I said I get it alright
He said now trip off this listen to me soul
I know you off the ****s but I'ma need you to get a grip
I said be serious he said dial M-O-M
What a hella coincidence it was 66
All because of this penitentiary mind state is it my fate
For God's sakes why did I have to lose the case
I kept it real and I ain't never been fake
I'm feeling like Biggie when he lost faith
See this penitentiary mind state is it my fate
For god's sakes why did I have to lose the case
I kept it real and I ain't never been fake
I'm feeling like biggie when he lost faith
Look there's sixty seconds left I'ma have to get back later
Ya boy chasing this penitentiary paper
Tell my momma stay on point
Your phone hit her on three way
Then f**k it I'ma hit her on that other joint
First term ni**a but I did it like a vet
Hung up the phone and when I asked who had next
It was one of the lifers all nest with no neck
Gotta stay with my striker no ni**a is no threat
I swipe my knife on the under
But I can still hear it in my head
When he said that's right youngster
Just stay focused sleep with your ears open
Beat 'em with a long handled spoon
When you deal with smokers
I sag low when I walk the yard hold my head high
Yaddada to them bay niggas me I'm from the west side
Looking for a gram to steal cause I'm tryna' get high
Thinking bout my fake a** b**ch on the outside
Out of sight out of mind sh*t oh my
Long as the ni**a make the paper when he doing time
Right look f**k it I'm lying I'm just retrying to hold out
Thought of some trick running **** in my b**ch mouth
My penitentiary mind state is it my fate
For god's sakes why did I have to lose the case
I kept it real and I ain't never been fake
I'm feeling like biggie when he lost faith
Look look hold up hold up