Lyrics:
real, aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord,
Chris, what happened
He ain't have a gun
That bitch nigga lackin
I'm fucking on Mary, he fucking on Ashley
Yo bitch call my phone, you know that I'm
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all
weep for me
Mary's young heart was filled with joy when she got the letter from her soldier boy
His words of love made her heart beat fast but little
Mary, Chris, Alan, Heather, Ryan, Ben, Emma, Kyle, Sean, Tiffany, Michael, Will, Abby, Don, Rachel, James, Alicia
Run by the store
Turn on the lights
you A young girl from Nazareth
You were chosen by God to complete the task Delivering the Son of Man
When God told you, you gon' have a baby I know that
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
weep...
Mary's young heart was filled with joy when she got the letter from her soldier boy
His words of love made her heart beat fast but little did she
switch
'Cause they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it's the devil don't let him in
Just rap and take my niggas
[MACK DADDY: Chris Kelly]
Heh yeah
Wassup yall
This the M-A-C
Of course I got my nigga D-A-double D
And you know I got the homey Chris to the Terry
to the countryman
In the village of Kilorglin there's a deep stream flowing by
Mary drowned herself on Sunday she had run with the soldier boy
In the cottage there
moves out to touch her
She straightens and looks around, yeah
She laughs and leaves the room, yeah
Heartbreak for the teacher
Sweet dreams for young Mary
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
North Memphis in the buildin'
Rich niggas in the buildin' fired up
Mrs mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
With that sweet kush, all down her
as rock
Steady as a tree,holl up
Hail Mary(hallelujah)
Every day it's a new day
Everyday it's a holiday
Caught by the blue
Kill shot ta ta ta ta taa
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
Mary won't you come with me
Hail Mary won't you come with me
Hail Mary
Full of grace
Full of grace
Full of grace
How will I find you
I'll always be by
So far to the left that you can’t get right
Tell me Lord will i ever see the light
Hail Mary
Will i ever see the light
Hail Mary
Will i ever see
You are young
You are free
So offended with ease
That's your right and you'll find someone wiser than me
When the heat of your head, melts
I'm gonna tell you a story
'Bout ol' Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you
She make a young man old
And an old man
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