Krept & Konan – Cheating on Wifey Lyrics

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[Chorus: Mostack]
If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey
I have to these niggas don’t like me
I don’t mind a likkle bus or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang I do it how you want tah
See I don’t really spake I just mmm hmm hmm
You ain’t really street but mmm hmm hmm
My gyal wanna get the hmm hmm hmm
Give her that lit like mmmm hmm

[Verse 1: Krept]
Gyal what gives, sorry not bank
One question, are you gunna off pant
Man’s hot topic
Adam, Ishmael, Ibrahim sorry I’m just counting the profit
Big long coat when I enter, wait
I think I’m the black Arsène Wenger
Aim at your centre, tell me where your friends are
The ting went rrrah bet them man can’t rrremember
Got a couple marlis that don’t do raggar
Got no patience, big fucking hammer
And they always ask me the same damn question
Should I stab with dagger or shoot make splatter
Something dangerous in the night bag
I came with the crazy looking white lad
He looks kinda Irish, straps for a fivish
And he’s from joints Arthritis, Ay
Tell that gyal this is mint get your hand off
Real like Ramos, Gris like Cavos
Swap your flat from her jewels if I knock a couple grand off
Stones in my hand got me feeling like Thanos
Just a young nigga getting rich
Money like Mitch
Hussle like Nip
Used to have a big stick in the crib now I got a big crib in the sticks Ay

[Chorus: Mostack]
If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey
I have to these niggas don’t like me
I don’t mind a likkle bus or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang I do it how you want tah
See I don’t really spake I just mmm hmm hmm
You ain’t really street but mmm hmm hmm
My gyal wanna get the hmm hmm hmm
Give her that lit like mmmm hmm

[Verse 2: Konan]
Got-got something under the puffer
Red devil but I came with a gunner
Diors in the Spring double Gs in the Summer
Channels on your feet all I see is a runner (ooh)
Akhi in a dinger tryna find opp (scrr)
That big banger have you tryna find God
Came for the riches, taking your mrs
Jay 1 told you he’s joking but I’m not
Gold diggers looking for a pot of gold
Ice on my neck they don’t know if I’m hot or cold (crazy)
They keep telling me that I’m a role model but I’m here telling models roll (ay yo babes where you going?)
Right back to the suit if I sleep with my flicky does it mean I’m a G? ( am I a G?)
I can’t lie I fell in love with the beat but there’s not future she belongs to the street

[Chorus: Mostack]
If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey
I have to these niggas don’t like me
I don’t mind a likkle bus or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang I do it how you want tah
See I don’t really spake I just mmm hmm hmm
You ain’t really street but mmm hmm hmm
My gyal wanna get the hmm hmm hmm
Give her that lit like mmmm hmm
If I sleep with my gun is that cheating on wifey
I have to these niggas don’t like me
I don’t mind a likkle bus or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang I do it how you want tah
See I don’t really spake I just mmm hmm hmm
You ain’t really street but mmm hmm hmm
My gyal wanna get the hmm hmm hmm
Give her that lit like mmmm hmm hmm

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