Wifey Riddim 4 Lyrics – AJ Tracey

Wifey Riddim 4 Lyrics latest song by AJ Tracey. The lyrics were written by Ché Wolton Grant and Nathaniel Odueyingbo and produced by Nathaniel Odueyingbo

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Wifey Riddim 4 Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Are you mine?
That’s a question I ask all the time
I touch booth with my hand on my heart
But it feels like you got your hand on my my mind
I’m a vet when it comes to the tings
What? Tings, I just decline
When I leave ends, you’re on my my mind
Could I jump out and call you wife?
Like, tryna ask you “Are you mine?” (TraceO)

Some of my old tings never could dress
Looked good, out of their dress but didn’t impress
Some of them girls love cigarettes
Outside of the box tryna lose stress
Love thick thighs, I’m a fan of the bress
OCD, I couldn’t handle the mess
If your crib’s on Kings Road, but I see socks from the intro
Then I gotta plan for the next
Some girls hated on my council address
‘Til I spun their world, like my hands on the decks
Pretty and Russian, tryna have the coldest discussion
And they love a hand on their necks
Asian girl, kawaii
Set good and she love her anime like me
Jujutsu Kaisen, Baki Hanma analysin’
Cute in a plain white tee (Love that)
Trini’ man, I love an Island gyal
But a rude ting that and her timings bad (Bad)
Mean screwface but a righteous tan (Tan)
Tryna say I won’t blow, cah my rhyming’s bad
But my timings on (On)
Pilin’ the money, tryna climb this one
I don’t need gifts, I just need a mind that’s strong (Strong)
Big bright brain and a tiny thong
Wifey, not a Tinie song

Are you mine?
That’s a question I ask all the time
I touch booth with my hand on my heart
But it feels like you got your hand on my my mind
I’m a vet when it comes to the tings
What? Tings, I just decline
When I leave ends, you’re on my my mind
Could I jump out and call you wife?
Like, tryna ask you “Are you mine?” (TraceO)

Clasé, no mix inna this
My ting from Dykeman, hates chip in the spliff (Spliff)
Gotta be, grah bah, not a Valdez or a Lala
But she got bricks in the lift (Vroom)
Nothin’ but hips in the towns
She told me f*ck Nets, gotta switch to the Knicks
Indian leng ting only calls me when she’s venting
Or it’s too cold where she’s renting (Brr, brr)
No time for a gyal with bad manners (None)
Rather a gyal tryna flag bandanas (Go on)
Rather a gyal tryna fight with spanners (Go on)
Or sell my rare cards on her Facebook banners (On God)
Last two lightskin tings that I knew were cannons (Cannons)
Always warrin’ Karens (Whine)
My tings all top lane like Teemos, Malphites, Setts, Urgots or Garens
Old school soul, but a new school leader (Leader)
Got asked for a feature by my teacher (Facts)
Got asked on a date night by my lecturer (Hah)
I just wanna learn more when I’m textin’ her (I’m learnin’)
I love loud girls, ad lib ting
Herera and Hobs from my Maghreb ting
Master Ball, I gotta catch this ting
No Tinder, I’ll slide when I match this ting (TraceO)

Are you mine?
That’s a question I ask all the time
I touch booth with my hand on my heart
But it feels like you got your hand on my my mind
I’m a vet when it comes to the tings
What? Tings, I just decline
When I leave ends, you’re on my my mind
Could I jump out and call you wife?
Like, tryna ask you “Are you mine?”
Are you mine?
That’s a question I ask all the time
I touch booth with my hand on my heart
But it feels like you got your hand on my my mind
I’m a vet when it comes to the tings
What? Tings, I just decline
When I leave ends, you’re on my my mind
Could I jump out and call you wife?
Like, tryna ask you “Are you mine?”