Lyrics:
the first date we hit two licks
Money long now I'm puttin' on but I still hold on you strong
Thug love, somebody pray for me but you ain't 'bout to get away
needa know
Lay it down Baker Beach she don’t need no clothes
Thicc mami call her Lana by the way she Rhoade
I turned my one love to two passions
Making
Rah Digga go getta
Ladies First
Like i'm Monie in the middle
I remember when
Mary J was Brooklyn
9 years cut up jeans think im Lil Kim
Left eye
His life as a nomad
The Lord of all riches lived a poor man
Yeah, we love fresh new doodads
But really what's the use when my life ends
If you heed
you just like a sin
Ya'll nigga friendemy's ya'll
Ain't friends
Hustle Gang nigga we ain't never gon' bend
Yeah nigga money really long
Chopper down
the text get let me draw some skets
I'm on set, looking on something to sweat
But the gash ain't really
Saying nothing as yet
Saw this one likkle tight
Ting
some liquor day ones
Pour out some liquor for my folks who dead and gone
I really thug y'all
Back in the day
Sundays in Sebastopol just rolling a J
give me one curve and I'm not gon stay
Girl I can have you coming first like you won a race
Then you digging through ya purse for ya Mary J
You find ya
don't really fuck with you like that
They ain't never did me like that
I just took my time, you got the shine
I let you eat like that
I been taught
on the white look
I hit a zurg just to get a buzz
Graffiti artist type markers
Agrestic the best hit's from
Mary Louise Parker
Peter, ms Parker she got a fat one
was Ken?
(Whatever)
You better get it together, 'cause whenever you lie?
I'm like Mary J., I'm not gon' cry
(Don't cry)
Hey, why don't you get up
know we've got to find a way
Mary J.
To bring some understanding here today
*Nsync
Barricades can't block our way
Darren Hayes
Don't punish me with
fast I'd hate to waste yo' time
I'm not tryin' to fall in love, not tryin' to make you mine
I just think that we can have some fun
I really want to go
sing like Mary J
If you niggaz ever think of taking anything from me
Ima G, can't you see, boy I really do this shit
Any package I receive, ima really
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
ohhh
All night I've been waiting long
I set the mood with your favorite song
I'll rub ya down with heated oil
Play Mary J we can sing along
It's goin
like Mary J., I'm not gon' cry (Don't cry)
Hey, why don't you get up and get the door? (You get the door)
Yo, who that is? (I don't know, who is it?)
I'm beefing with my inner demons
I need Mary J to come and wake me up
(Wake me up) might roll a paper plane to
Come and take me up (Take me up)
I was
on the sofa
Neckflicks
Now she rubbing
On my shoulders
Caressing
This Mary got her ready for
Some sex so
Hit that bitch then
Then I hit the door
Rolled up a j
that chrome
Stood by von side so he don't get jumped
I ain't give no fucks what they on
So better tell them niggas that we really posted with them
told me she fell in love with my persona
I feel like Mary, don't want no more drama
I can't get in tune with that trash
I had to Louis my bags, you
I bet she get low for a nigga like me
Low for a nigga like me
So we burn the mary jane til' the third degree
Some niggas bitin' flows yo, that's
I bet she get low for a nigga like me
Low for a nigga like me
So we burn the mary jane til' the third degree
Some niggas bitin' flows yo, that's
know is really bigger than you
Mary J it's only me and you only me and you
I fell in love with the hustle
Day and night we Dey struggle
I'm just tryna
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