Lyrics:
me wit it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize
Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige
champagne and sweet revenge
I swear I'm going crazy these days
J'signe des contrats comme des autographes
But I own my masters, ain't no slave
Sorry Audiogram
(J.V.)
The game done switched
Niggas who was po' got rich
Niggas who was real turned snitched
Ain't that a bitch?
That's why I get mine on the low
hundred, want to see me up
Want to share each others dreams, on a mission tough
Aint no jealousy in me, I got full trust
See it in her eyes, that Mary J real
the red tape
Blood stains still on the payment better scrub away
Puffing Mary J reminiscing bumping Mary j
45 ain't got enough shells fuck it bring
of the town
The incidents may vary
Jack and Mary Benny (24)
Nick and Sister Kenny (25)
Made the scene for me, too
Like little Lottie Lenya (26)
Helped
Dark girl
Strong head
Your room is empty girl
When next your back
I'll be with Mary Jane
That's my new lady girl
Play games on devils bed
Tonight we
Method man and Mary J your all that I need believe
With My Hand in my heart
No games Loves all I Got
And I'm still tripping and I'm still slipping
Cause
in the sand
And my God is the Sun
I'm shakin' up the game, trying to test my luck
Living life everyday, by what comes up
Yeah, I'm working
on débarque en Jeep
Je marche avec Philip Morris
Mary Jane et Jack
Check mon flow c'est de la physique quantique
Pour les petit's frères agités au CJD
J'te l'ai
might just leave em in aw
But give a phucc bout what they thinkin
This is your life huuh
Party til dawn daily, sippin King Cobra crazy
Getting hit by six
hail Mary I was way to thrown
I was Tarzan raised by gorillas and the beasts
High on them trees when I gorilla'd the beast
Then that truth came hit me
lean all the lean, already way too screwed up
Was way too gone, I was way too cold
Fifty yard Hail Mary I was way too thrown
I was Tarzan, raised by
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Haha
Haha
AYE
I'm gonna hop in a Wraith and Go and skirt away
ion trust a bitch they steady playin' games
It's just me and the money, yeah, and Mary
we've been
Talked to you Thinking of you
Drop by any time
Bobby, there's a concert on Tuesday
Hank and Mary get into town tomorrow
How about
LA
He from Queens, how the fuck he put that with Cool J?
Red Kangol hat, red sweatsuit to match
Red Adidas, nigga, Game is back
And ever since
unless we get violent
Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
up to the function, you know I'm spittin' game
Uh, uh
Got no wheels, and you know I'm on the train
Ridin' through the city puffin' on that grain, it's
smokin on the Mary J
Go burn down the stack to find the needle in the hay
You'll never get your dreams by sittin playin games
Paint your own picture then
[Chorus]
[Keyshia Cole]
See, Mary J. I want you to understand you paved the way (for me)
I'm givin' homage (to you)
shit
My borealis dreams got your girl
Give me brain quick
Some coffee Mary j go get
Me through the fucking day
The slang throwing runaway can't tell
Me
the tracks, two months flew by and now it’s back to back
Got me feeling like a lyrical brainiac, a maniac
This rap games crazy packed
Too many fakes got me
didn't need feelings to get in line
Cause girl I'm crazy
When I'm looking in your eyes
Elle me fait des scènes
Et moi j'lui fais du sale
Si seulement tu
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