Lyrics:
a second chance for you and I
That's why we have Christmas at this time each year
It's the baby's birthday party that brings us so much cheer
Now kids
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
his one begotten son (Hail Mary nigga, run quick, see)
To lead the wild into the ways of the man
(What do we have here, now? Do you want to ride
We the best music (another one)
All hail to the queen, Mary J. Blige (Mary J. Blige)
It's so hard to fake when everything I do is real
Money
The wind waves my hair with the smoke
And everybody starts to see
That no one has a real place to go
Mary Lu, oh Mary Lu
I'm so into you
Mary Lu, oh Mary Lu
for me, yeah
[Verse 1: The Game]
I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California's my birthplace
So I'ma take
Valentine cards and birthday wishes? Please (to get by)
Be on another level of planning, of understanding
The bond between man and woman, and child (you're
Cootie in the chair, tical
You're all (Cry together) mary J, y'all
I need (Lie together) and Methical
To get by (Cry together)
(Like sweet morning dew)
about my honey Mary
The jeans they fittin like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your horses
I'ma show ya who the boss of intercourse is
"The first words I spoke in the original phonograph, 'Mary had a little lamb. It's fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
An every nigga in my click got
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
a chorus or two
(Sleigh ride, sleigh ride)
Come on, it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you.
There's a birthday party
At the home
We get down every Friday night
Dancing and grinding in the pale moonlight
Grand Ole Opry we're feeling alright
Mary prays the rosary for my broken
swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California's my birthplace
So I'ma take you there like B.I.G. took niggaz to New
hitter like Riddick Bowe
I swings with the eyes of the tiger
Party reviver
Bitch's are killed by my saliva
Cause my shit is liver
Spitted it out,
Right here, let's get ratchet, uh huh
Trippy like Bombay paper planes
Pints of Codeine, pounds of Mary Jane
If I didn't have my dope, I would go
from the mad ass 6-0
Stretched out on the couch with some Mary Jane
Doghouse nigga, we all in the same game
An every nigga in my click got
about to bring that real soul back to the game
John Legend on the backgrounds by the way
let's go
From what I hear Kanye is killing the game very bad
My
through the night
King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right
Wear you out, leave my number by the phone
In the morn', I'm gone
chorus (sung
On the dancefloor shawty started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a balla by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it
fucking rich
Like what the fucks a cost
You know you the shit
I can tell by ya walk
Yea-ee-yeah
Go shawty it's ya birthday
We gone party like its ya
your bitch look like Precious
Somethin' 'bout Mary, she gone off that molly
Now the whole party is melting like Dal-
Now everybody is movin' they body
real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth you in the trunk
Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you niggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit
Discuss these real party trevons birthday by mary mary Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In