Lyrics:
Diamonds an 'ner YSLer Tennis-Chain
Mach' 'ne Show wie am Superbowl die Mary J. Blige
Ich hab' wieder mal den Woddi-Cup mit Ice
Währenddessen in 'nem 7er im
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
Bill and a batch of estates, money like Mary J smoke Mary coouch carrot soufflé
(Money like Mary J smoke Mary Coouch carrot Soufflé)
me wit it
You still rockin hickies, don't let me find out he did it
Got My Eyes on the Tiger, Eyes on the Prize
Eyes on the thighs of Mary J. Blige
your mouth
Cause shit ain't worked all day and it's on
[Hook: DJ Muggs scratching quotes below]
Ugh, YOU GONNA GET YOURS!! [Flavor Flav]
Ugh, YOU GONNA
God has conjoined, divine retention
With precision, it's such an honor, and not a burden
Was prefaced by Isaiah, chapter 7 for the wordin'
Immanuel is
your wife by she lucky to get the half pipe
I oblige ,I wouldn't drive by
Ima make my child while I Mary j blige
I'm all she need to get by
I'm like
Je suis confiant parce que je suis le roi
Ma chérie tu peux partir
Je m'en fous j'ai pas du foie
Les malfaiteurs et les chiens m'ont trahi beaucoup
the sauna
Feel like I'm fuckin' Mary J. cause she don't want, +No Drama+
I'd rather take yo' ass to the Bahamas
Then give you 30 thousand a month like
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
deconstructing my mind
I'm dumping out all the nonsense
Drop the N-T to the D-O
Then I Mary J. Blige it
Gotta visualize right through my dilated eyes
I want
I call it antifreeze
Take one sip a drop off to her knees
Mista V.I.P, get like me. Ice piece on white beat', I call it Iced-t
Cush by the seven's
Off tequila with the lime
Yeah I'm scoring
Worries fadeaway like it was Jordan
You can't be real if you ain't focused
Nah
Mary prolly make it hard
8. THE WOMAN OF SEVEN DEVILS
(A woman tormented by demons meets Jesus)
MARY MAGDELENE:
I'm the women of seven devils
I'm a child of the night
like I'm Jackson off the Thriller
You know I'm Curry waiting squeeze
Pull up in the Benz thinking about drive-by any day (what)
Let the pistol up
dreamer
You've been stressed me out
Now I'm puffin these clouds
Indica's my best man
Mary J is my wife I don't give a damn
Forget how to drive oh that's
send them racks back to me, hurry Andale
Collecting digits this shit every day
7-6-2-sing a song Mary J
Shit can get wicked, don't play with me
You gone
seven in Rick
(Two sevеn, milli')
All my niggas going stan with the Smith (Bah)
Left out the hood with thе piece
Take a sniff (Uh)
Me and lil' turban done
is in
I took the rap throne back
I reigned like krills in eighty-seven, my name is on the map
It feels like a razor down the middle of my back
They
me Kanye
Got all the money Blue Ivy smoke J's
Catchin these z's on my private plane
There is my boo hey Mary Jane
Hey Mary Jane what you doing
on sunshine I’m running on ice
Spend a hundred on splice
Here for a fun time living my life
Like Mary J Blige
Feared for long a time
Carrie that fright
Scary is
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
sleeping next to a head horse
Spark the rose mary, I saw the pussy and it's so heavy
Take the leather out the closet like a known fairy
I fuck it but I
all I know is get it
People hating on you tell em leave you out they mentions
I forgot to mention I done brought some Mary J
Come with me let's fade
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