Lyrics:
(only for the purest)
Tell them to obey ours
My cerebellum throwing rebellion from from AR's (room full of broom sticks)
The day I have a J-R, I'll
I'ma show you how we get it going, like
(La, la, la)
(La, la, la)
And I'ma act a damn fool
Big stepper, Mary J Blige with the dance moves
I just wanna
First verse:
Just thinking about how they killed my dog shit killing me/
I feel like Mary J Blige man I'm looking for a real love/ it's kill or be
him
Weaving a crown out of thorns they placed it on his head and a reed in his right hand
Fruit of the Mystery Courage
Our Father who art in heaven
the fall of America
In a world full of drama I'm Mary J. Blige, no more no more
But God told me speak so I gotta oblige
On things that's affecting our
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
Shaun Livingston
Cut her off after first night she let me hit it raw
No more drama in my life
Mary J Blige
People standing up for this
Anthem like it's
Mary J blige
Real love, real love, damn
Platinum skywalker in my lungs, uh
Seven minute trip to basement, 7K
Just put a new starter on my Chevrolet
This
an industry bitch]
Oh yea man
I can't forget my drankin' potna Mary J. Blige man
[Dreams of fuckin' an industry bitch]
She suck a good dick in them dreams man
Dawg ain’t really
AH
Dawg ain’t really fuck wit me like he had a clone
Boy I can’t be without you that Mary J Blige song
I love me myself and I put
and round
Mary J my life I'm goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga I'm for real they just rappin mane
Find out when the semis come out
I'm bout to share my world I'm on some Mary j Blige type shit
I'm not gone cry just because I'm missing real love
And men don't cry get ridiculed you
And Lazarus was his name
The Bible says he was
A man that Jesus loved
And his sisters thought
It was a shame
Mary and Martha longed
For Jesus healing touch
them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin'
Yea, look
Way before I infiltrated the West side
I was giving niggas my best side
Though down bad
Wanted that crown bad
Sippin' crown out that brown bag
Brandi come on let's get Mary I be the J you be the Blige
She give me that pussy it's sweet like a cherry
I busted all in it I gave her a child
I shoot out
head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol' up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol' up)
'Cause bitch I'm alive
like wine age like Mary J Blige
She get it from her moms like Tracee Ellis Ross
I love that gals style
Wow how she make it bounce
Cash money records
want
baby it’s you that I love
you got me up all night thinking about you
Baby it’s you that i want and i love
like Mary J Blige I can’t be without
'ai besoin de
À tu
And then she asked me if I caught a single thing she said
I involuntarily nodded my head
Honestly I did hear your actual voice
But
boys and her name is Mary Jane
'Cause I burn (big dope) with my dogs
Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big this shit look like a log
In my dressing room but
What
Bounty Boy shit
Bounty Boy
Believe that
Jacky R
Yeah
Flow Dollaz
Uh
I said
Who’s that peeping out my window
Ha
Just me Mary Jane and my kinfolk
And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good,
And dis people who ain't have shit to do with it
Like Cool J does (My tattoo!)
You see me standin' outside of your buildin'
Screamin', "Puffy is good,
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