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

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

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

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

Safer world of broke men to rich
them phone numbers away 'cuz this is it, hun
Headed to the Chapel, my niggas
And bafflin' 'cuz 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
Sade, my head knot
Finally, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French, that

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pepsi on the cuff 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 my fiance to Mrs. Jones

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

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

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

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