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

In a Limo, my niggas, my father, my
in tuxes gettin' blunted
Hard Bottasmov costumes, this no act, though
Factual, the pimp scoop no more

Yes, I'm sure
I know she love me, I know that she faithful
We spoke on a prenuptial agreement 'cuz Will and Jada ain't it
Spoke on eloping but then I the thought

'Cuz she Cinderella's Ball and the whole shit
But know this, you fuckin' wit a slit ya quick
explosions, cigar smokin'
Dark-minded, chart climbin',

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

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

Someone who made my heart stop, wait to blaze that
of hoppin' from honey to honey
HIV spreadin', everybody bump the same
The game'll put in they graves

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

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

It was my dream for my to put the ring on the ride
Martin Luther King had a fling on the side
That's what the negative say
my wedding would be one day but quickly is this day

I know the hoes miss me
Lookin' at old photos, sayin, "Damn, he used to me"
chokin' up since I woke up
Bachelor Party was crazy, tryin' hard to sober up

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

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

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

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

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

Under the says, "Don't do it"
But they just joke, some crew
playin, I'm gleeful, I'm stayin'
I'm stayin' vows are all true
"Will you take music as your wife?" "I do"
Sike, this about music, y'all know who I'm talkin' to
married

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