Lyrics:
of indie niggas with me repping Philly
Oh Lord, it's the Hood Pope
Shouldn't walk cause I could float
Model bitch, get a good throat
Said she in love
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
to my ass
Every day, me and Mary Jane
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel like the past is catching up to my ass
Why I feel
a mansion, but I'm still in hoods
Not like Trayvon, J's on
Khaki shorts with a red tee like I will and could
I can conceal it my permits say
If evil
Puttin up numbers call me Wilt Cham
In my GoYard I go insane
Like I die for it I need MaryJane
In love wit her call me Rick James
Puttin up
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
the J's love how I'll pass out the meds
Fuck it, I know they be swinging the door
Raided my trap, we gone post by the store
Stuck in the hood, had to sleep
Text: Hauss, Hoinkis, Panarinfo, Zweier, Kim Sanders, N'XT UP
Music: Hauss, Hoinkis, Panarinfo, Zweier
sippin' wine as we dine by candlelight
Mary J
when the skunks come you run
from Pepé Le Pew maa cleverly cute
and you 70s smooth
playing Patti Labelle
and Mary J Too
your exams is due but you grade
the hood
So meet me by the menorah lets get drunk [x2]
J J J Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave
a millennium chains
Chilling, in the staircase, surrounded by killings
With bank rolls, bang those, bang your main hoes
You was in love with the pussy, it
pulled up on boo (Ear Drummers)
New Mary jeans, designer socks too
I got the swag flu, this a haiku
I'm somethin' like you, might drink and drive too
You hip like MK, hood like Mary J, pretty as Lisa Raye
Baby, can we play?
I call you lemon drop 'cause you look so sweet
Gon' pop what you got baby,
(Hey) Throw those deuces up
And add a six on it
Call me Yung J O C I'm bout to spit on it (yeah)
I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her
me
Without you by my side
So many reasons why
I'm your girl and your my guy
Your all i need
All i need to get by
Like method man and mary blige
You
nothing less than delicious
I never had a mistress she's all I need to get by
Like Mary J and Meth she' the drug I need to get high
See shawty got me
I'm shot down
Is this the kinda love that Mary J tried to warn us about
If it is call 911
I think that I'm shot down
Tell them I was on the bed
When she
life, issa vibe
Take care of her fam, swear to god, she my type
She bring that Hood Love, like Mary J. , what I like
Might turn her to a wife & she bout
money now J.G. Wentworth
Always felt like these folks they don't even understand
From the trap to a cubical whole new plan
Legalized money that's what
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'
Hard to follow my dreams workin' this 9 to 5
People keep tellin' me my check is on the way
So sun up to sundown I'm grindin', tryin' to make it by
and deadbeat like it need a father
Get even darker than DMX on the streets of Yonkers
The cheaper hawker love Mary Jane like I'm Peter Parker (uh)
S.I. New
, Mary J. playin'
Need less yes-men and more amens
I'ma need more real prayers and less prayin' hands
I'm smoking straight gas, no brake pads
You
What you say hammer? Proper
Where are the real women?
This raps grand national dJ Quik and Jon B
I ain't down to Earth I'm in
A stratus and I love
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