Lyrics:
soul he take
I did a show in California
And I met Mary J. Blige's daughter
She told me she ain't think nobody with some real music would be here
Until
is excellence redefined
In the form of Nature, Noreaga
Nas, Mary J. Blige
Femme Fetale on the rise
Manager extraordinaire
My man, Jungle
Pussy
around and say to me
[Chorus (Mary J. Blige)]
Whenever you need me babe just call my name no matter whatever you done you know that i'll be there i'm
Cause I got this hoe whipped
I'm bound to the action, no O-blige
Hit em wit the step back, Mary J blige
Fuck what you think, and fuck what you thought
to Mary J Blige, YO, QB)
'Cause what we doin' right now is really lit
Those things were great man but today what we doin' is next level
And I don't like
My Life out like Mary
I'm oh-Blige-d to J. any ghetto queen that's sanitary
Don't play me too close, you'll get roasted by the human torch
from Newark,
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
one love
Crips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods
Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge
On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige
But
"Spell it with a J, and not with a G" (8X)
[Kurious]
Time's up, WHAT? Trey, push me back on the
rhyme tip to flip, use a nine and a clip
Release
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
with a Uzi
Shit be static, yeah, you gotta pick a side
Knockin' Mary J. Blige, baggin' dimes, still surprised
I don't really need advise 'cause she
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
B.U.D.D.Y
Crazy how you my baby remember we was just fuckin
Not with da PDA but wanna love you in public
Real Love, Mary J. Blige I look into your eyes
don't ask for help 'cause I got way to much pride
And I don't need my chain, I got way too much shine (ayy)
They ask me if I'm good, I feel like Mary J
pump from my lap at all times
(times)
Lap at all times, La-Lap at all times
Now it's no more drama
It's that Mary J Blige
Yeah, I'm too high, chinky eyed
"You're all I need"
Geil, meine erste Liebe war wie Mary J. Blige
Zu dieser Zeit fing mein Leben an
Denn ich bin Hip-Hop seit Snoop Dogg sagte "It ain't no
Xans and a 9
Chopper singing just like Mary J Blige
Stay with a hitter just like Bonnie and Clyde
In the trap, serving chicken no fries
I don’t do
it was the year of our father 1900 and 76 in J.A
when i first met my mary quite contrary to what my mother did say
she was a mountain girl come
Sixty Minutes of Funk with Funkmaster Flex
Mary J. Blige, doin this for the number one DJ
Bringin you that late night street life
Now it's
gotta go through your own things
Handle your shit; make your own gun ring
Me? You better send nines, I'ma shoot the first .4-5 Mary J Blige
R&B
charge it to the room
CHORUS
I like those shoes, Wrap it up
You see them jewels, Wrap it up
Those Jimmy Choo’s, Wrap it up, Wrap it up, Wrap it up
That
a day go by
That we ain't tryna blow by
Complicated repeats, all of this is bow tie
First words we knew
Buy low, throw high
Write it in your prayers
am I?
Why I hide? Huh
Fourth-grade, Mary J. Blige
All I like, I made a mill off a lie
And I lie so I write another lie
Rca, that note wasn't 'bout
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