Lyrics:
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White Benz
White Porsche
White bent
White range
Married to the game
She even got a wedding ring
Six white cars and I put that on everything
White Benz
White Porsche
White bent
White
the couple can't seem
To agree, Nicki, who is dressed in a black
T-shirt that says "FEELING
MYSELF, " cheerfully suggests that they poll
The room the producer,
was ingestive (slatt)
All black tuxes, get the white collars jealous like
All my role models either dead or in the pen
I had no choice to be
the while, girl, I must confess (feelin' you all the while)
Girl, let's just get married
I just wanna get married
Meet me at the altar in your white dress
the while, girl, I must confess (feelin' you all the while)
Girl, let's just get married
I just wanna get married
Meet me at the altar in your white dress
married
I just wanna get married
Meet me at the altar in your white dress (meet me at the altar, yeah)
We ain't gettin' no younger, we might as well do
married
I just wanna get married
Meet me at the altar in your white dress (meet me at the altar, yeah)
We ain't gettin' no younger, we might as well do
inevitable, and that's what's got me so afraid
I'd rather be alone
I don't want no white picket fence
Dozen roses and a wedding dress
Fairy tales are fake
Let's try to straighten this
We are creating this
Making some married bliss
We'll try to straighten this
Mother was born in a different time
Women
got no safety
All white 38 revolver
If a nigga run up on me gunshots I'ma pop up
Double cup sippin', yeah
The lean got me lazy married to the streets
See the bright red sports car, see the happy couple
See their clothes so white and their skin so pink
See them playing squash, gotta keep their
fell in love with a lit bitch (ayy)
Crip shit (ayy)
She wanna suck on a lit dick (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Couple bitches I get lit with (couple bitches I get
I won't stop until the morning light
Let's pretend we're married and go all night
Oh, little darlin' if you're free for a couple of hours (free
I won't stop until the morning light
Let's pretend we're married and go all night
Oh, little darlin' if you're free for a couple of hours (free
have all these bitches
Money gon' be my bitch
Yeah
Me and my money married
Fuck up as a couple
As a couple
Fuck up as a couple
As a couple
Nigga we
a couple shows, need a couple more
That price right but we skippin'
(?) we gettin' it
With that work I turn into a chemist
Walter White, send a (?) to my
makes me smile
There’s an Elvis in white, it all feels so right
And now you may kiss the bride (oh, oh, oh)
Let’s get married, married in Las Vegas
Let’s
It's the money, the cars, the clothes and all these fast ass hoes (hoes)
It got me married to the streets
Married to the streets, married
that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl that nigga's amazing
Well, fuck it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just
Sex, money, drugs, I'm alive
Pussy got me feeling like everybody done tried
That paper gon' be wifey, we married until I die
It's nothing like a hit
(Faucet)
They just wanna see in my closet (Closet)
Couple dead people in my closet (Skeletons)
Married to the money, no divorcing
(Divorcing)
Bad, bad, bad,
out of my hair
And once and for all, I'd get momma out too
If momma was married
Momma get out your white dress
You've done it before without much
been married to double cup
I got to pour me a four inside another liter
Tie up the bands and then run it up
I got to put the new bales inside
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