Lyrics:
a plastic doll in
A box she has put herself in a
Barbie box at least twice, actually, the
Second time in a video with
Mariah Carey she is
Among the few living
Been fightin all of my feelins
I deal with that shit inside though
Cus I wanna end my life on Mariah Carey high note
But I been trippin like walkin wit
Harry
Masked up, hoodie and gloves just like Gary
I keep two cannons with me so like Mariah I Carey
Ain't nobody hotter put my hands on the Bible
Ain't no
carey songs
All I want for this Christmas is you
Standing by my side
Putting up the ornaments by the Christmas lights
[Mariah Carey]
Everytime, I feel the beat
I envision you, on the one's and two's
in the DJ booth, I just want Funkmaster
to rock the set, play it
unless you're under the tree
Surrounded by these lights but you're all I see
So tell me you'll stay for Christmas
Mariah Carey playing and I said I
Sipping on Rosé, Silver Lake sun
Coming up all lazy (this is how we do)
Slow cooking pancakes for my boy
Still up, still fresh as a daisy (oh, oh)
Terry Crews
They say that's a lie like Carey in the room
They ain't talking Mariah but the one that shoot
No disrespect to the Nick
Not talking bout
Sipping on Rosé, Silver Lake sun
Coming up all lazy (this is how we do)
Slow cooking pancakes for my boy
Still up, still fresh as a daisy (oh, oh)
Dividin the city, on the south with some choppas
I'm throwin' up fours like my name is Klay Thompson
I'm throwin' up fours and I'm totin' a llama
All that
sending three texts,
"fuck," "you," "bitch,"
I don't care about what she said
If my mom heard this song she'd be mad pissed
I be dressed in all black like
Got the chop by my side yea it sing mariah Carey
At the baby shower I pull up rockin Burberry
Knock his teeth out take his money like the tooth
by any Means
Chop with a scope and it came with a Beam
Get you stretch like limousine
Have you sound like Mariah Carey the Way that it sing
Huh she
Pour exotic in my punch It taste just like some berry's
If you want that choppa sing like Mariah Carey
All them cold days thinking bout my old ways
side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs
That respect that
Mariah Carey's, kinda scary
Wait a minute what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your
[Intro:]
Jingle bells
Purple kush smells
675 one ounce
My trap do numbers, chickens all summers
But come back dawg we're out (out)
My swag turned
side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs
That respect that
side, that side I gets nothing but love
And I keep it pumping up in the club
Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs
That respect that
Mariah Carey's, kinda scary
Wait a minute what about my honey Mary?
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your
full force dick
Man
These nyans crazy smoking on some weed while hanging with little babies
Singing to that one song by Mariah Carey
MF WHAT'S WITH
them man are lit but boy it isn't here
Neon lights or Iphone lights I'm seeing camera flares
Young Mariah Carey yo I got a cannon spare
When you do it
Mariah Carey songs. Or be in lair of fog in front of 2 feral dogs. Have you running into so much trouble, you’ll be scared to jog. You’re good as gone,
Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah
Damn, that punch line was predictable
I still got you shitting bricks, homie quit the bull
And we don't
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