Wifey Baby Mama

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

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

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

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

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