Lul Foureign - Wedding Lyrics

I met this white girl Emily
I performed at her wedding
When the groom found out
He turned that bitch to Armageddon
Woof woof, I'ma dog, but all dogs don't go to heaven
She got gas no woods
We finna hit 7-eleven
Skirtt
Pull-up, hold on, ain't no Russian creams
What the f*ck you mean
I'm tryna get up in between, them jeans
But I won't make a scene
Give me honey berry
Finna go roll-up this green
Em, hold on shawty, slow down at the light
Gone head make this right, while I grip this pistol tight
I mean I did its on sight
Even on yo' wedding night
Hit a pussy nigga with the drum drum
Wrap a nigga up like a mum mum
Spy Kid I don't f*ck with no thumb thumb
Broke boy, you be looking like a crumb bum
Now he like Carti, my stummy my stummy
I think they know that I'm finna go dummy
She eat my dick up and told me its yummy
Then chew me up like a edible gummy
I met this white girl Emily
I performed at her wedding
When the groom found out
He turned that bitch to Armageddon
Woof woof, I'ma dog, but all dogs don't go to heaven
She got gas no woods
We finna hit 7-eleven
Skirtt
Pull-up, hold on, ain't no Russian creams
What the f*ck you mean
I'm tryna get up in between, them jeans
But I won't make a scene
Give me honey berry
Finna go roll-up this green