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This ain't no sucka for love
This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first we fuck shit
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 tuxes blunted
Hard costumes, this ain't no act, though
Factual, the pimp shall no more

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

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

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

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

Someone who made my heart stop, couldn't to blaze that
of hoppin' from honey to honey
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 every mornin'
Daughters and more sons my feet
Wife smilin', tellin' me it's time to eat, I'm married

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the
It was difficult for me to find a 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 King had a fling on the side
That's what the ones say
Knew my would be one day but quickly is this day

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

Father, saw me in a daze, nudged me his left arm
me how him and moms went to City Hall, dressed norm'
Said, she would me Oswald 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, Cacky', Mississippi
Family packed in, my nigga, L is tipsy

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

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

I make a honest outta you yet
Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter,
Heart poundin' out my 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 take music as wedded wife?" "I do"
Sike, this ain't about music, y'all who I'm talkin' to
Gettin'

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