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trophy wife Video (MV)




Performed By: Jaydah Simone
Language: English
Length: 1:27
Written by: Jaydah Houston




Jaydah Simone - trophy wife Lyrics




You weren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz
Jaydah Simone
I call him Stephen and how he hawkin' me
He don't like bitches who smoke what that ain't stoppin' me

I'm finna shoot out to the city for a shopping spree
And niggas keep flexin' these fake bands like it's Monopoly
And I'm the best female rapper that's out
These niggas talkin' shit, they cryin', all they do is pout

And all the bitches kissin' till they just run in they mouth
And f*ck the textin', come and see what I'm bout
I only use him for mouth, but you out callin' him your husband
You think I'm f*ckin' with your nigga, no I wasn't

Why would I f*ck on him when I can get a dozen
I'm concerned for you, lil' baby
You need to get some pape
Get off my Instagram and go see if your kids have ate

Oh, that's your man, but he ain't never took you on a date
She mad she f*ckin' on a bum and my nigga got bank
Luckiest man alive if I give him some play
I'll never go out like you hoes and I'm promisin' that

I'm the trophy wife and that nigga be polishin' that
He pick me up in the Wraith, I'm lookin' dollish in that
And he ain't stupid, he know I'm never callin' him back
He ask me why I cut him off, cause boy, it's the way that you act

These Hoes be haters, they never wanna admit that I'm bad
You care about the head, I think my nickname is Hat
He wanna tame me, but I'm a spoiled brat
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You weren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz
Jaydah Simone
I call him Stephen and how he hawkin' me
He don't like bitches who smoke what that ain't stoppin' me

I'm finna shoot out to the city for a shopping spree
And niggas keep flexin' these fake bands like it's Monopoly
And I'm the best female rapper that's out
These niggas talkin' shit, they cryin', all they do is pout

And all the bitches kissin' till they just run in they mouth
And f*ck the textin', come and see what I'm bout
I only use him for mouth, but you out callin' him your husband
You think I'm f*ckin' with your nigga, no I wasn't

Why would I f*ck on him when I can get a dozen
I'm concerned for you, lil' baby
You need to get some pape
Get off my Instagram and go see if your kids have ate

Oh, that's your man, but he ain't never took you on a date
She mad she f*ckin' on a bum and my nigga got bank
Luckiest man alive if I give him some play
I'll never go out like you hoes and I'm promisin' that

I'm the trophy wife and that nigga be polishin' that
He pick me up in the Wraith, I'm lookin' dollish in that
And he ain't stupid, he know I'm never callin' him back
He ask me why I cut him off, cause boy, it's the way that you act

These Hoes be haters, they never wanna admit that I'm bad
You care about the head, I think my nickname is Hat
He wanna tame me, but I'm a spoiled brat
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Writer: Jaydah Houston
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