Amine – Wedding Crashers Lyrics

[Aminé:]

I was duped, didn’t know the truth

Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo

And now I’m feeling cool, I’m feeling brand new

I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)

This is dedicated to my ex lovers

Hope that you hear this, never find another

Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend

Hope your playdate’s at your wedding

Yeah, the one I won’t attend

This is dedicated to my ex lovers

Hope that you hear this, never find another

Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend

Hope your playdate’s at your wedding

Yeah, the one I won’t attend (Sike)

Vultures at the altar tell the pastor to watch his back

My girl said she wanted change and then she got a quarterback

Well, damn, I ain’t no football player

But I hit it harder than a football player

The girl of my dreams just became a girl

And well, we can talk about that later

Honeymoon in your hometown, bitch, you broke now

Your mama ask about me almost every week

He can speak in tongue, talkin’ bout "Forever hold your peace"

I said peace, please hurry up and kiss so I can eat

Tootsie roll and your tippy toes

So much soul that my soul got soul

Your auntie and uncle, they love me

All your bridesmaids wanna f**k me

Your groom look like a broom and it make me "hahaha"

Girl, I coulda been your Pap and you be my Remy Ma

I was duped, didn’t know the truth

Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo

And now I’m feeling cool, I’m feeling brand new

I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)

This is dedicated to my ex lovers

Hope that you hear this, never find another

Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend

Hope your playdate’s at your wedding

Yeah, the one I won’t attend

This is dedicated to my ex lovers

Hope that you hear this, never find another

Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend

Hope your playdate’s at your wedding

Yeah, the one I won’t attend (Sike)

[Offset:]

Yes, I’ve been balling, yeah

Maybachs to Lambos and ‘Raris, yeah

Fresh in that Cartier

Take off your clothes, we get naughty, yeah

Whole party lit, bad bitches everywhere

Gang in this bitch, nawfside extraordinaire (gang!)

Pipe up the city, the diamonds gon’ light up the city

I got your girl on the low

I slide in it, and then I’ma dodge in it

I got her selling her soul

Pick up five bags in a row

White diamonds look like the Pope

Gucci Python on the loafers

Yeah, my pinky look just like the ocean

It’s colder, North Dakota

From the bowl to the chauffeurs

Having fun in a Rollster, in Milan copping Goyard

Now that I’m taking over, your hand out, but I don’t owe ya

I came from the dirt, soil

[Aminé:]

I was duped, didn’t know the truth

Got rid of my old flame, now I got a boo

And now I’m feeling cool, I’m feeling brand new

I would pay a lot to be the nigga in my shoes (Who this for?)

This is dedicated to my ex lovers

Hope that you hear this, never find another

Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend

Hope your playdate’s at your wedding

Yeah, the one I won’t attend

This is dedicated to my ex lovers

Hope that you hear this, never find another

Me and my friends, we don’t worry or pretend

Hope your playdate’s at your wedding

Yeah, the one I won’t attend (Sike)