And you know, if i could, i get married to rap
Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
I pipe in and one night her
Because i married a foreigner,
Married to the devil, for better or worse
My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers
Am i done?mother say i’m too youngbut what that mean?i took a chance and now i’m playing
Until we get everything,the south married to the game just like a wedding ring
Don't worry, i still have juliet, she's a newly wed, you'd call her a stupid head.
An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
Foolishly took to drugs, a newly shook thug doped up on stuff like ecstasy
Jewish getting married in the church of st. sebastian
And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one
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