Lyrics:
buckle bunny, nah, she really be bout it
Drive a beat up chevy, not a pimped out Audi
She know real music so I know she ain't lying
She love Hank and Cash,
Can't believe in anything that you ain't seeing, I'm not standing far
Bit by bit I take a bite outta life
See life can really be a bitch when you ain't
don't worry we don't need em
A couple hours in the session we done been
Through bout four CDs (about four CDs)
Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight,
If you really getting money
Tell em' bring dem bands out
Okay, if molly say I'm popping
Then I guess I'm really famous
I heard Mary's getting jealous
blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind
thugs
On the m-i-see rippin' shit for the ill love
So pass me the J, so i can get lit
Hit.. like a daily occupation
Hit.. let's form a rotation
Hit..
test read the baby of another woman was mine
99.99
Should of left long time ago like Mary J. say
Just let it go like Ray J
I know your momma heard you
the straight rap niggas out here really fear me, see JÉVON and it start getting scary, better pray nigga better say ya Hail Mary- Mary-Mary-Mary- Uh
Niggas see
I'm PSB the rapper and I talk really fast
Can you write this shit down
No you probably can't
Good Luck Genius
I drive a Ferrari
And I wear the Armani
want Mary Jane too
We can see the stars ain't no ceiling in my coupe
Undertaker, Meet your maker
Cause I kill that pussy aye
Give a fuck about a hater,
really the strongest human beings
But why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things
I guess it's your way of sayin we gotta love 'em and gotta
know that they frown and I know that they hate
And they slicker than skates they know that they snakes
They fake call me Spider-Man I love Mary Jane
No
(how?)
But that nigga Kanye West really love her
He went and bought the house directly across the street from her (Gangsta)
She could do her but not in
they comin soon
They ain't really tryna make room
I'ma come thru & Ima make room
Yeah
Fuck a fuck nigga opinion
Ain't stuntin none these hoes I just want
a fuck about no father
Smokey Mary J, give me power Wham Tejada
Double mint, bottled water, on a hoe I'm super cool
He crashing out by that bitch again,
suckas hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
J-L-R family crest
Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best
Get paid
Mary J
Cause we break up to make up like Mary Kay
Rumors leaving tumors on my heart now
We fell in love huh just to fall apart now
I get your calls and I
the pain like I was Mary J
Cause we break up to make up like Mary Kay
Rumors leaving tumors on my heart now
We fell in love huh just to fall apart now
I
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
see some bad
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood
What's understood ain't gotta be explained
Back in high school
Always kinda knew
I was by myself nobody saw what a player do
Hence why I was a loner, fucking with a few
Was amused by the fools who
much class
But I ain't really got to when I'm drivin' an
E-Class seats made by Koala
Seat belt Coca-Cola
Diamonds on my little baby stroller
(High Pitch
brand new
But want me to come through
You really been cluing
Me in on who you
Really is is in view
But you blinded by rage
Start acting yo age
Huh
Blinded
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