Lyrics:
bitch curfew
Never stay close otherwise I'll hurt you
I been at church
Looking at virgin mary's but these Mary's ain't christian
I fell in love with
J Blige on repeat
Leave you dead on vacation, brought the 9 to the beach
I'm my own man, so I don't care what your boy think
DJ Whoo Kid had me
sell a little blow
I ain't getting rich now but I'm gettin' more than by
It's really tough to make a living but a man just got to try
If I died in
roll in gas prices,
Swanana!
First class and by the plane,
Like a mary j,
That's what a nigger get forgetting
Cops got me on their radar,
I'm
saying
They relaying that he say she say language
If that's the way we trying to swing it won't swing it
M-J fucking G I ain't really new to this shit
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,
truth
Mary J real love
Yah and you I trust
Thats real no luck
Yeah yeah
Thats real no luck
Yeah yeah
You and me
Till the end I fight
Yeah
Know that love
They said just say no to drugs
But they didn’t tell you everything ain’t really drugs
Cannabis just a plant put on earth by God
If you denying God
the freshest
I'm into small fancy cars,
large
pretty homes
Dinner with Mary j Blige, Sean Diddy Combs
cause the money don't stop here
cause it's funny how we got
music from his heart
That's how he made it
Nas and 2pac real poets no basics
Imagine if they had a song together Crazy
On the hook Mary J Blige
Track
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'
I want to get some
Some of that good stuff)
I'm looking for real love like
Mary J Blige no play real love
Like a real man as I stand don't
Leave me
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'
[Chorus]
Is it really possible I'm this hot?
LL Cool J, still on top?
Twenty four years, I ain't forget the block
You can ask my Jay in the shop
really hate the people in it, don't ya?
But you never really vent it
Gotcha
I ain't tryna' have no baby monster
To be killed inna' street by a officer
You
test read the baby of another woman was mine
99.99
Should of left long time ago like Mary J. say
Just let it go like Ray J
I know your momma heard you
The way she licked her lips it
Made a brotha real hot
She had the grill of Nia Long
Smile of Stacy Dash
Front of Lisa Carson with the Mary Blige Ooh!
My
Mary J Blige
And when I finish wit this shit, I be all you niggas applaud
Just a nigga from the city wit bigger dreams than Jay's
Tryna reach em as I
loyal
I think you do too much for someone who don't do shit for you, girl
And that's real
That ain't the way love supposed to feel
But you say he's
laughs
all i really know is yo ho wants to be wit me
she ain't playn, know what im sayin
AINT PLAYN AINT PLAYN AINT PLAYN wit me
me and the boy, A.I., got
Vogue
Whitney Houston, Mary J. Blige, the Queens IMO
cl B Sure, Immature or IMX with the New Jack
Keith Sweat, Boyz 2 Men, Color Me Badd on those smooth
Shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I'm fuckin' with her
I don't really need her
Ahhh, That's how you feel man?
That's
the straight rap niggas out here really fear me, see JÉVON and it start getting scary, better pray nigga better say ya Hail Mary- Mary-Mary-Mary- Uh
Niggas see
though
I keep a Drac', ain't no OVO
I ain't for nothing, just check my portfolio
Really come from a block where they bang, bang
Protect that Glock,
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