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

In a Limo, my niggas, my father, my
Everybody in tuxes blunted
Hard costumes, this ain't no act, though
Factual, the pimp shall scoop no

Yes, I'm sure
I know that she love me, I know that she
We spoke on a prenuptial 'cuz Will and Jada ain't need 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 throat
explosions, cigar smokin'
Dark-minded, climbin', well-spoken

Safer of broke men to rich ones
Throw phone numbers away 'cuz this is it, hun
Headed to the Chapel, my laughin'
And bafflin' 'cuz just a year ago

It's weird, though, I I'd get married
To who? I not, thought 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 stop, couldn't wait to blaze that
of hoppin' from honey to honey
HIV spreadin', bump the same bunnies
The put niggas in they graves

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

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, to the gigolo
It was for me to find a chick I want

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

I know the gonna miss me
at old photos, sayin, "Damn, he used to twist me"
Start up since I woke up
Party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up

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

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

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

a union that nobody can touch
I gotta be cool wit' ya aunts and uncles
'Cuz I love you 'cuz you put up wit my shit
Court cases, baby

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

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

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