AJ Tracey - Wifey Riddim lyrics

Yo, I've got this ting from London West London, Chelsea, near Kings Road She don't care about my area code She's about like she ain't aware of the road And I know twins from Ess** But one of them wants me bad, I might dead it I don't wife these tings, I'll stress it Undress it, I go in when I press it Melina from Brum's Algerian She's got bare problems, I ain't hearing 'em She said "baby, my features are yours And I swear to god, you won't catch me sharing 'em" Shouts to the girls round the UK, peng Elle, peng, Yasmin, peng Do a show with my blood bros OT, tell a piff ting that "you might see me again" My lightskin don't miss me Cause she hates tracksuits that are shifty I said "I wear them cause I do road On my 95s the import's 250" I got a posh bad ting inna uni Bollywood like she star in a movie Her dad's rich, so she's coated in diamonds Eyes are emeralds and her lipstick's ruby My close friend, I ain't tryna mash that But she's a blue foot with a fat backs LV from her feet to her handbags But it ain't that so a n***a gotta hang back All my ex tings still hate me They're like work at it, love, don't pay me Hold tight Jess and Chelsea, they're real Still think Kate's buff but I don't like Katie Someone tell Lottie I'mma wife that Tell her bring her bags round my gaff Got the game tapped like an iPad Fly in, fly out when I like, fam Shae, Shyanne and Tina all fluffy Faces clean but their minds so dutty Man are gonna catch me a duppy Arch their back and give them sick rucky Girl likes the way that I'm rhyming Try scratch up my back when I'm rhyming Poom poom fresh up and wet when I'm sliding Rate that, she's bad with the riding My girl from Brighton's too pedigree Doggy that when I'm twist off the Hennessy She's always cloud 9 from the lemony Check that rarely, she got too much energy Relationships all get sticky I need a cute ting like Vicky I was down south with my bloodline Ets I linked the honeys and the motives got sticky I've got a peng ting and she's from Tottenham True say that the ting lives in Tottenham In her crib, kept chatting about Arsenal Clapped her, now she's chatting about Tottenham My new ting's just a weed head Strong like Mia Cortinez Stay at hers, fam, when I see feds No foreplay, I fit that like three Zs I'm new school, no new wave Real bad, not sweet like toothache My boys want an old love that I have Lebanese ting come and grab man in the new shape Can't step on my Air Ones, are you dumb? Light man up like soufflé All my babes all like touché Gave her dick and that bright red bouquet I get dark like true say Flip tings in my niz, get smash for the [?] I'll mash your girl first something like Sunday Then Zuu, you can be third like Tuesday