ifym Lyrics

Fuck around, I fuck your man

I don't even understand

Bitches hate me cause they can't

I'm just chasing after bands

Fuck around, I fuck your man

I don't even understand

Bitches hate me cause they can't

I'm just chasing after bands

Your baby daddy wanna hit

Cause he fruity for this shit

On his job, he bout to quit

Cause he trying to commit

I like playing hard to get

Cause this pussy come equipped

To keep these niggas pussy whipped

Then I turn and flip the strip

I'm just fucking him on the low

While I'm practicing on my flow

Take me shop-pa-ping, yeah let's go

And I stay his favorite bro

He always skeet-ti-ting in his jeans

When he peek-ke-king at this queen

Caught him rea-chi-ching for his peen

I told him, baby, make a scene

These flossy niggas wanna hit

They go fruity for this shit

They like the way I talk my shit

They like listening to me spit

They like the timbre of my voice

They like the way it make them moist

They like to keep it on the low

They like to sneak into my shows

I like fucking with your man

Cause I'm spending all his bands

And he buy me all these brands

Caught a flight, I'm bout to land

Caught a flight, I'm bout to land

He text me, daddy, miss you and

Spank me good and let's begin

And I will stay your number one fan

OMG this dude so gay

And the way he like to play

Make me turn around and say

Do you kiss your wife this way

Taught him how to shake his ass

Taught him how to shake it fast

Taught him how to suck me right

Taught him how to keep it tight

Taught him how to be my whore

Taught him how to do his chores

Taught him how to clean my feet

Taught him how to keep me neat

Taught him how to crawl on floors

Taught him how to open doors

Taught him how to cook me food

Taught him how to get me in the mood

Taught him how to do my taxes

Taught him how to raise my bracket

Taught him how to make my bed

I taught him even how to spread

Taught him how to read me stories

While I check his inventories

Taught him how to check for monsters

Underneath my bed

Taught him how to contribute to my LLC

Taught him how to pay tribute to my beauty, see

Fuck around, I fuck your man

I don't even understand

Bitches hate me cause they can't

I'm just chasing after bands

Fuck around, I fuck your man

I don't even understand

Bitches hate me cause they can't

I'm just chasing after bands

I'm just fucking them on the low

While I'm practicing on my flow

Take me shop-pa-ping yeah let's go

And I stay his favorite bro

He always skeet-ti-ting in his jeans

When he peek-ke-king at this queen

Caught him rea-chi-ching for his peen

I told him baby make a scene

Ooh, you're man

You're a dreamer

You dream a lot in your sleep

(no I don't actually)

Yes, you do

Yes, you do

Ooh, oo, ooh, your man

Ooh, your man