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This ain't no for love shit
This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck
And don't the next day, this a thug's wedding day
In love? we make it? Let us pray

In a Limo, my niggas, my father, my
Everybody in gettin' blunted
Hard Bottasmov costumes, ain't no act, though
Factual, the pimp scoop no more

Yes, I'm absolutely
I know that she love me, I know that she
We spoke on a agreement 'cuz Will and Jada ain't need it
on eloping but then I dreaded the thought

'Cuz she deserves Cinderella's and the whole shit
But this, you fuckin' wit a slit ya throat quick
Vehicular explosions, smokin'
Dark-minded, climbin', well-spoken

Safer world of broke men to ones
Throw them phone numbers away 'cuz is it, hun
Headed to the Chapel, my niggas
And it's bafflin' just a year ago

It's weird, though, I I'd get married
To who? I knew not, of snatchin' Halle up from the dreadlock
Pumpin' Sade, my knot
Finally, I met the bitch, pardon my French, rephrase that

Someone who made my heart stop, couldn't wait to blaze
Tired of from honey to honey
HIV spreadin', everybody bump the same
The game'll put niggas in they

Right before part ways with the street
I want a son to greet mornin'
Daughters and more sons my feet
Wife smilin', tellin' me it's to eat, I'm gettin' married

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was difficult for me to a chick I want
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was difficult for me to find a chick I
Say hello to the man, to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to a chick I want

It was my dream for my queen to put the on the ride
Even Martin Luther had a fling on the side
what the negative ones say
Knew my would be one day but quickly is this day

I know the hoes gonna me
Lookin' at old photos, sayin, "Damn, he to twist me"
Start chokin' up since I up
Bachelor Party was crazy, hard just to sober up

Father, saw me in a daze, me with his left arm
Told me how him and moms went to City Hall, dressed
Said, she love me Oswald Boateng
Customized in by guys who suit up kings

Gov', you got the ring, Jung', you
Maxwell, he gon' sing, Lauryn Hill and the gang
Baltimore, North Cacky',
Family packed in, my nigga, L is tipsy

Spilled on the cuff links, ginger ale got it out
Walked in the church, all big to thug it out
My girl in glistenin', different stones
'Bout to go from my to Mrs. Jones

That's a union that nobody can
I gotta be cool wit' ya aunts and uncles
'Cuz I love you much 'cuz you put up wit my
cases, baby mommas

I make a woman outta you yet
starin' at you, I'm at the alter, standin'
Heart poundin' out my like a cannon
I'm happy, one of my men

the music says, "Don't do it"
But just joke, some crew shit
They playin, I'm gleeful, I'm
I'm stayin' vows that are all
"Will you music as your wedded wife?" "I do"
Sike, ain't about music, y'all know who I'm talkin' to
married

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was difficult for me to find a I want
Say to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was for me to find a chick I want
Say to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to a chick I want
Gettin'