Lyrics:
wave like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six, in a Lamb', but I'm not that bitch Mary (Helluva made this beat, baby)
Four-one
They counted me out, I came
Check, look
Float like a butterfly
Sting like a bee
Give me the Cassius Clay
Profit Muhammad Ali
King of the ring
I came to box
You came to sing
fucking sunny, I'm the pimp without the feather
Truly I really don't give a shit about this rap game
Popped another Xan so I ain't feeling the back pain
on me and sing this song
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
It went a little something like
Mary had a little lamb,
on me and sing this song
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
(Sing this song)
It went a little something like
Mary had a little lamb,
Real scary Bloody Mary stale carry
Weight of toss the game on my shoulders Hail Mary
Hands crossed on the prayer as I Hail Mary
And live my teenage
Ellen)
Mami let it settle
Blinded by the light
You would've thought she seen heaven
(You would've thought she seen heaven)
They're loving each other
I
Along with the rest of your outdated Raps
Next to your packs of
Garcia Vega Cigar Papers
If I catch your mama
Joggin' in cross trainers
I'ma go across her
'm wasted but I'm
Making movies by day
And albums by night
Everyday I'm getting paid
Every month is a flight
Found my Mary Jane
We gon get married in
together for Mr. Rock n Roll
Save me
Love me till the day I die take me to the mountain high
Baby
Guide me through the great divide and lay me by
He got a song to sing he got an axe to grind
He far and wide but still hard to find
He go wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom
He sang Long Tall
radios all the way up
Yo Rell, you know you
Are gettin that exclusive, right?)
Pro Era shit
Uh, good god, it's PE 'til the death of me
Nigga
I feel like
crying in the environment
In which I did it in without dying my nigga
Rap like I rap without lying and then tie 'em both together like I am my nigga
is not for you
On my J-O with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee
Your name off the payroll
Style fresh like I'm still a day old
And it's been
radio play I'll kill them I'm the same band that Aristotle on stage Going full throttle it's insane man
They say he lives without a fucking brain man
forgive me,
for to take without knowing is not easy.
Mary:
As we wait for You, I carry out this "Yes",
though a part of me asks,
"How are we this blessed?"
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
Gotta type it out, first to say it
I'm not holding out, chasing payment
Its without a doubt from the furthest thing
So I prayed to mary then I heard her
feedback
'Cause if God was a rapper, nigga this how he'd rap
Real shit, I breathe that I'm a fuckin' king strapped
I'll make a gangsta lean, come to his
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
provides the soundtrack / full crowd of folks staring back at me without rap / crack a joke commence laugh / crack a brew commence consumption / feelin bad
time
Waiting by the radio
Record and rewind
Record and rewind.. ahhhh
The DJ talked on the song
I hope he's quiet next time
Good times
I got memories
Catch me if you can, I'm about to get my run in
Oops, I meant my run on. Commas by the dozen
Young and I'm black. Made thousands off of raps
Tryna make
of a race must be measured by the character of it’s womanhood” –Mary McLeod Bethune
Come close to me baby
Let your love warm through
I know this world gets
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