Wifey Type

[Intro: V.I.C.]
Ay, what's up ladies?
This your boyfriend, V.I.C
And my homie, Canton Jones
And we wrote this song on behalf of every man
To let y'all know what we want

[Verse 1: V.I.C.]
Ok...
She is every man's want
Every man's need
She is every man's desire
Every man's dream
See, I done been around the world
And seen a lot of things
Slept with a lot of dimes
Now, looking for a queen
I'm looking for the one that will complete
Me like a puzzle--
Ain't gonna let me just work for your needs
Not, V.I.C. or
Or Mr. 'YetSilly'
Or Mr. 'BeatItOff'
Now, baby... (????)

[Chorus: V.I.C. & Canton Jones]
You the wifey type
The wifey type
The wifey type
The wifey type
Baby, you the wifey type

[Verse 2: Canton Jones]
Baby, you're the wifey type
With you, wanna spend my life
Not goin' out with my homies, girl
'Cuz it's wifey night
It's whatever wifey likes
We don't even fuss and fight
Whatever you want, you just do it
You're my Nike wife
You can live that icy life
Don't worry 'bout prices, wife
Whatever it is, you're my queen
Girl, the price is right
And you represent the Christ
Baby that's the main thing
That set you apart from all of these other 'Plain Janes.'
So, let me slow it down, for Wifey
Now, I'm gettin' the down; no one new

[Chorus: V.I.C. & Canton Jones]
Wanna spend my life with you!
Baby, you're the wifey type
Baby, you're the wifey type
Wanna spend my life with you!
You the wifey type
The wifey type
The wifey type
The wifey type
Baby, you the wifey type

[Verse 3: V.I.C.]
Ay...
She is the kind of girl I need
She is the right girl, just for me
This woman loves God more than me
She is the kind I call, 'wifey.'
Ay, girl--
You the one I want to mess with at the end of the day
'Cuz I'm tired everyday, tired of the chase
And I'm tired playing playing house, for a (????)
'Cuz you do a lot of things for your boyfriend
Like cook, clean and give it up to your man
(????)...is I can get it up for you, babe
So, baby... Ay!

[Chorus: V.I.C. & Canton Jones]
You the wifey type
The wifey type
The wifey type
The wifey type
Baby, you the wifey type

[Verse 4: Canton Jones & *V.I.C*]
You're the type of girl I want to meet my mama!
(She's the wifey type)
*Yeah... and it's just me and you, now, forget the drama*
(She's the wifey type)
Mmm... I don't have to be afraid, because I trust you!
(She's the wifey type)
*Yeah, I love my music and my car, and I love you*
(She's the wifey type)
Wanna spend my life with you!

[Chorus Outro: V.I.C. and *Canton Jones*]
Baby, you're the wifey type!
Woah, my girl, you're the wifey type!
Ha, wanna spend my life with you!
Baby, you're the wifey type!
*Ha, you're gonna make me take you to church, girl!*
You're the wifey type... the wifey type!
Oh my god!
*Let me slow it down, for wifey*