Lyrics:
in love is a scary thing, Let it ring on my line I ain't marrying
Put the team on my back, got me carrying, Said a few times to hit me up for anything
marrying
Maybe I'm moving too fast, I don't know
Please tell me so that I know, I know
Look at your eyes tonight, in the beautiful moonlight
Oh look here
tell marrying sounds stupid if you're on beside me
'sup? 'sup?
sheesh. wassup'? wassup'?
'sup? 'sup?
executing this beat eliminating you chick
try
Told her, give me time and I'ma be a damn legend
These boys only tough when they be carrying a weapon
Claiming she a baddie, but you're marrying a seven
getting Cajun, bro
I ain't marrying no bitch if she ain't partial Asian, hoe
No face, no case, no race, no chase, but I'm still gonna finesse me, a taste,
balls, they're dangling, boy
I'm marrying Perry and strangling Zoey
You fuckers are cute
Feeling like Biggie so gimme the loot
Fuck all your parties
deserved a break
And marrying that guy, obviously was a mistake
You had a couple kids but now he's always gone
And you're stuck sweeping hair at your
the angles cry up above
Mother saw her as une mademoiselle
Fittingly marrying a fine monsieur
Off to Paris her parents sent her
into the arms of an old
All men like to think that they are marrying nymphomaniacs
The problem is, after a few years
The nympho leaves and the maniac stays
The nympho
I'm carrying a sword
Deadman walking the cemetery await's
I'm engaged to my gun so I'm marrying a whore
Non-stop letting off when I draw
Black bags
Jet, Jet, Jet
I can almost remember their funny faces
That time you told them you were going to be marrying soon
And Jet, I thought the only lonely
ovarian blood
You ignorant guy, girls got no clout?
Like I was marrying young
But I guess we could drink and sip
Shorty eff what you dealing with
All
her in a grave, now my shoulder still aches
I had to carry her away
I'm still carrying the pain
Fuck marrying the fame
This is for my family to gain
met
All our babies will be smart as you, Oh I'm all set
You are the bravest soul that I have ever known
After all you're marrying me, it's not
the thing alive
Second thoughts keep rushing as the climax to the evening is through
There's no point in me marrying you
That would be silly...
Way too many
the virgin in her name
Or marrying for money goes to show:
Where there's a will there's a way
It doesn't matter what you've burned or if you've ever been
late to change your mind
And let this whole thing go
I'm not the man for you, you'll find
It's better you say no
I'm not the marrying kind, my sweet
Grace, I want to know you
Grace, will you show yourself to me
Grace, what would you say
If I asked you to marry me today
Are you the marrying type
cares on Him, He'll show you how
Now's not the time to be missing out
She dreams of white picket fences has thoughts of marrying him
She believes is her
the marrying kind
You better stop calling
For my love
Verse: I missed the lottery by just one number and lost the big game in overtime Came close to marrying a famous actress, at the last moment she
pony on my boat
If I were Roy Rogers
I'd sure enough be single
I couldn't bring myself to marrying old Dale
It'd just be me and trigger
We'd go
They say we're too young to know
We're too young to fall in love
But all I keep dreaming of
Is marrying you
They say we're too young to know
out a lotionhead to keep em guessing
Went outside a house there was a dead bitch
That what she gets from marrying a lunatic
I'm on that killa spree
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