Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wedding Day, artist - SAINt JHN. Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wedding Day |
| Girl we can't ever get divorced if I marry you |
| You tryna find all the emotions, I bury it |
| You tryna see who I am tonight, but I vary |
| Shit that I learned, you can't learn in no library |
| You can be a suspect, you can be a custy |
| Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty |
| These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be |
| If you're not a made man, you can not discuss me |
| This is not for play now, things that I pray about |
| Paid my mama house off, win a VMA now |
| Tryna buy a grotto, strappin' on the Greyhound |
| Aimin' at the opps now, circlin' the playground |
| Virginia for real though, niggas sellin' real low |
| Touch a quarter mill', oh, weigh it by the kilo |
| I'm just sayin' facts now, you should see the B-roll |
| End up in the lowlife, tryna be a hero |
| You can be a suspect, you can be a custy |
| Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty |
| These are just the real facts, this the way it must be |
| You could never graze, never brush, never touch me |
| Just me and my wifey for life |
| Just me and me and my side-piece if you like |
| Just me and my dime-piece in the light |
| I don't mean to objectify her in a lie |
| But if she prefers to be a bad bitch tonight |
| Who am I to not honor her sacrifice? |
| I don't want to just patronize |
| She likes it when I look in her eyes |
| You can be a suspect, you can be a custy |
| Still know how the trap work, even if I'm rusty |
| These are still the hood rules, this the way it must be |
| If you're not a made man, you can not discuss me |
| This is not for play now, things that I play about |
| Paid my mama house off, win a VMA now |
| Tryna buy a grotto, strappin' on the Greyhound |
| Aimin' at the opps now, circlin' the playground |
| Virginia for real though, niggas sellin' real low |
| Touch a quarter mill', oh, weigh it by the kilo |
| I'm just sayin' facts now, you should see the B-roll |
| End up in the lowlife, tryna be a hero |
| Rick James, bitch, in the mink coat |
| Act surprised, even though you know I been cold |
| Say you miss me, even though you say it in code |
| Still in love, although we're no longer involved |
| Silked down, bitch, not in Rick O |
| We made it to a Slim Jxmmi from a Jim Crow |
| Only thing I never learned, how to be simple |
| So close lips, close eyes, never info |
| 'Cause these nights are the rarest |
| These nights excite, when these lights are the spirits |
| This life the life where you rewrite what your fear is |
| When you reach these heights this life is the clearest, uh |
| These nights are the rarest |
| These nights excite, when these lights are the spirits |
| When you reach these heights you rewrite what your fear is |
| Yes, I'm seein' my shit the clearest |