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K-I-SS-I-N-G [Chorus] 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 Girl 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 [Nas] She was the modern Isis, honey thought she was priceless Perfect definition what a wife is, I like this Showed me how excitin life is I used to hang around dudes that used ice picks The sheistiest, put you on they heist list How we met it must have been fate First date, crushed grapes, 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 raise kids someday Like out in Beverly Hills she wanna live one day I can get with that I drop you off home I call you hit me back I wanna dig that and 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 I'm kinda hopin we can stay together [Chorus] [Nas] I see you dressed up in white face covered in vail Do I hear wedding bells? My dogs throwin rice And it's the day that your father give you away to a real man that 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 Drivin off in the Rolls Royce just married on the plates We can spend our honeymoon in the states You can throw your friend the bouquet Somethin 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 together it's heaven for me to please you Won't stop til I tell you me to beautiful Deeper and harder love layin new with you Runnin my fingers through your hair it's like days can go by while I'm wit you and I won't even care, word [Chorus] [Nas] She been with young dudes, old guys, Hindus, pa-pi's Colombians who cut pies, but none of them can touch Nas Thug ones to those soft as baby shit She been with hoodlums and those who had crazy chips Til one day she decided to flip It was nuttin I can do about it, like she the boss and shit Started talkin this divorcin shit I gave her my half rib, half my crib, half my cake Half my car, half my kids? Can't get that Tried to swing on the God, had to dip that Yo, push her on the bed, lift her leg, had to rip 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 [Chorus 2X to fade]
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