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dunson – shotgun wedding lyrics

[hook]

(is it really love?) x2
(and i feel like i’m)
under the gun right now x2
i don’t think i’m ready no-oh-oh
shotgun wedding, uh-oh-oh

[verse 1]

yeah, you hit the scene, you proceed to bustin’
you plant the seed, you gon’ be the husband
thought you was buzzing but really wasn’t
you let soundcloud cloud your judgement (whoop!)
start hitting it bareback
what the fam think? there’s that
i forgot to, wear a hat
now i’m really rocking a dad hat, uh
i’m gonna throw my vowels on the instrumental
just to show the crowds it’s coincidental
they don’t give a f-ck if you had potential
your rap credentials is accidental
make you feel like you renegade
alec baldwin with the getaway
treat the track like a penn relay
tried to dodge a bullet, caught the ricochet

[hook]

(is it really love?) x2
(and i feel like i’m)
under the gun right now
shotgun wedding (aah)
(come on)

[verse 2]

designer dress with the train on it
loaded bullet with my name on it
semi-auto with the aim on it
put a-, put a-, put a ring on it
every time i bring up pre-nup (yeah)
she just turn the f-cking beat up
should’ve never gave the d up, (nope)
should’ve never gave the d up
speak now, and let the ruger blast
or hold your piece before they shoot my -ss
how long a ceremony usually last?
do it fast, ‘fore they do the math
now i guess i’m a monogamist
i gotta deal with the consequence
you got a fake rapper starter kit
i been snapping like an open mic audience
i been rapping ’bout the bourbon, i started it
all you motherf-ckers owe me a shot of it
drinking whiskey just to build up my confidence
all it really did was build up my tolerance
now unemployment, can’t use it
’cause i quit my job, i ain’t lose it
’52, ray lewis
n-ggas swear they ain’t do it, yeah
bulletproof tux and a boutonniere
think about the stupid sh-t i did (aah-ahh)
if i back out, i won’t see the kids
see the bride for who she really is
talk about it and it hit a nerve
reverend, i go crazy on every verse
i ain’t gon’ front like i done no dirt
i made my bed, but i slept in hers
(d-mn)

[verse 3]

god d-mn, i feel like michael and his billie jean era (yeah)
and i don’t trust the father of the bride
or the bride, the flowergirl, or the ringbearer
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop!)
no, them motherf-ckers ain’t loyal
snake oil when they pray for you
soon as the money come in, they’ll cut the cake for you
they won’t wait for you
and bring out the worst in me
rent a limousine and a he-rs- for me
either way, i won’t take it personally
’cause imma forget every anniversary i- (whoo!)
don’t give a f-ck about instagram
my n-gga, i’m in new timbaland (uh)
these n-ggas swear they stars
’til i rap circles round ’em, that’s a pentagram
listen fam, you a side n-gga
to a actress, with a black dress
in the ride with her
and she tryna front like the size fit her
she a bridezilla, yeah

[outro]

(yeaah)
shotgun wedding, yeah
ring still on lay-away, uh
god d-mn (aah-ahhh)
what we gon’ do when the feeling fade away? (feeling fade away) x3
stomp the gl-ss, jump the broom
hip-hop honeymoon x2 (yeah) (aah-ahhh)
mixtape coming soon
twitter handle on the candles
all the henny you can handle
god d-mn
what we gon’ do when the feeling fade away?
(ah yeah)

- dunson lyrics

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