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    Picture us married you and me k-i-s-s-i-n-g
    I remember the first time girl you and me f-u-c-k-i-n-g


    She was the modern Isis, honey dog, she was priceless
    Perfect definition what a wife is I like this
    Showed me how exciting life is
    I used to hang around dudes that used icepics shiestlist put you on their heistliest
    How we met it must have been fate first date crushed grape we ate lobster and steak
    She kept asking questions how the cash made how my rent's paid
    How many guns I sprayed and huns I laid
    She said she want to have a family raised kids someday
    Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day
    I can get with that I drop you off home
    I called you hit me back i wanna dig that did I? I did that
    Put it way up where her ribs at her future kids had
    You held out for two weeks longer than these hoodrats
    You precious more precious than lost treasure
    Matter of fact im kinda hoping we can stay together

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    I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail do I hear wedding bells?
    My dogs throw on rice its the day your father give you away
    To a real man I gently put the ring on your hand
    Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
    Now look me in my eyes and say i do
    driving off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates
    We can spend our honneymoon in the states
    You can throw your friend a bouquet something in the back of my head say
    For us two maybe cuz I love you
    Hug you squeeze you touch you tease you
    As long as we are together its heaven for meto please you
    Won't stop until I tell you to beautiful deeper and harder love laying new with you
    Running my fingers thru your hair its not days that go by
    While Im witch you that I won't even care

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    You been with young dudes old guys
    hindus papas colombians who cut pies
    But none of them can touch Nas
    Thug ones for those soft the baby shit
    She been with hoodlums and those who act crazy shit
    until one day she decided to flip it was nothing I can do about it
    Like she the boss and shit started talking this divorcin' shit
    I gave her my half rib half my crib half my cake
    Half my car half my kid can't get that
    tried to swing on a god had to dip that
    Yo pushed her on the bed lifted her leg
    Had to ripp that all she wanted was rough sex with her slick ass
    Had to sit back smoke a blunt and just look
    With her fine ass body and a damn good cook
    For some reason yo she had me stuck and I had her in my web too
    You my queen god bless you

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