Lyrics:
a truck
cross and acre of bud
while shes fuckin it up to some Mary J. Blige
(while she fuckin it up to some Mary J. Blige)
I can hit the whole shit when
Uh, Fiji water granddaddy purp
Excuse me I let the semi-automatic burp
Blood game muthaf-cka call me red alert
Young Carter kill in order,who get
[Jeff] Let, Let, Let's Go
[Announcer] Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout someone has stolen the D.J.
Agent F.P. get on the case
our lips locked
The only lady that never gets pissed off
And if there's one thing I know
It's how to roll a J and let it burn real slow
For those
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
What's The 4-1-1
Mary J. Blige
Can I hear
That Usher song
Please
Just one more time
You remind me
Like R. Kelly
Of my favorite R&B
I'm in
It was Saturday night and I'm feelin kinda sporty
Went to a bar and caught me a 40
Got kinda a high and a...kinda drunk
So I kicked the ass
Real niggas ain't you
I ride around with that yapper on me
Gun clap when my Glock up on me
Surround your ass with so many shots
You'll be
'm always gonna live to be your man
I've had it easy now you see
When I'm down you're always there
Standing by to comfort me
Someday we'll go round
Move
While you still see me
You'll be lost
You'll be so, so sorry
When I'm gone
Mary Magdalene
Sleep and I shall soothe you
Calm you and anoint
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It's Young Mula
First Lady
Uh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
fuck with my vibe
She wanna piece of the life
Like Mary J. Blige, u see what I see
Like I just be talkin on beat
Dese niggas be trying and cannot compete
I ain't never play hockey But I was rolling on thin ice
Before I put some meaning in my life Getting high listening to Mary J. Blige
Watching time
-boys, let me see you break it down
And ladies, let your hips move around
It's the sound of the B.E.P family
Got a poet named Life and a sister Kimy
guys,
step, step, stepin on my toes
The whole world's talkin bout
how I'm your stand by Santa Claus
But ooh, your kisses thrill me, sho love your angel
got that Mary Jane, I smoke the hairiest pot
What if Mary Magdalene had a bloody Mary with a virgin
On December 25th, while bumping Mary J Blige
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
see the bench
Hella, hella niggas outta control
I don't give in, I never oblige
Niggas be sipping that hateration
Over saturated living through Mary J
go 'round and 'round
God, fear and money
Yes you do, Lord
I say Mary don't you weep
Mary don't you moan
Lord have mercy
Come carry me home
He recollects it wasn't that long ago
That he could walk by
Make the young girls scream
But he thought he'd just let it all slide
Let it all
it's only puddle awet
Roaming the skies like I'm Marty McFly
I keep it moving, keep on stepping like Mary J. Blige
Can't stop won't stop bad boy
It takes you
Deeper
The rhythum let it ride
Dripping
With passion
Emotions cannot hide
And it flows
It rolls
I will always choose it
Give me more
Can Mary fry some fish, mama?
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, mama
You could stop the baby crying
'Cause my head is killing me
I
Can Mary fry some fish, mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, mama
You could stop the baby cryin'
'Cause my head is killing me
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