Lyrics:
got to say
Moving on. MacPherson music type of day
Weed breath, Avalon, Nuemann thing
Botany, seed sex, hybrid eggs
By myself or walking in with
it then we play somn
I️ admire this been doing it since day one
I’m inspired but I’m doing it for Jaden
And I’m high but ima roll another J son
All
was by the trigger
Bigger than your ego
Isi-ego backing off this prodigal son
Know that, that flat nyash you spot
Am turnt to fuck on (Fuck)
After my
a couple rap tunes
Have me one day stepping over something that true
Bitch my lungs cave dreading that I'm huffing that tube
It's a one-eight-seven-seven
the J's on each step
I'm balling, like Mo Bamba
Not to the song by Sheck
I'm calling up your mama
And she knows all my tracks
I'm tryna get the spice
I'mma
me whats next? She a goth bitch, might just hex
Why you talk shit on the net, yeah, 7am might flex
Yeah, you a bitch, why you tryna threat?
He a good
the front door
Wen i was a senior was hittin ya back door
At 7 am, 7 days, mane i'm up
Early bird gets the word, i need a bunch
I'm jus a nigga that's tryna
sound
Names powered by roots in village
If I pick up pen that's a eulogy written
Supermalt, J rice, stew and the chicken
With a nice 3.5 for the zoot
Yo
Boy y'all know what the fuck going on it's that boy
Pella the Motherfucking Goat
But I got somebody with me
It's the legend G-Motherfucking-Seven
money and burnin' the J's (POTS)
Roppin' new music and countin' the plays
Back in the day I would smoke by the eighth (BNM)
Now I be smokin' the shit that
days hard to find
Definition of real no longer what's defined
Took a long time to start fighting with self
Got out my own way, saw I was my own help
Went
poshe carolina kilo je
Carolina high mi be ti Arizona, Mary J
Caro mo like e carolina banke
Carolina oshey oshey oshey omo banke
Ibadi re ton gbon are you
flossed, Spyder with the top off
Third gear I got lost to the million dollar law
J.G. the one who told the bitch to take your tops off
I'm a seven
All I can do is reminisce like Mary J
I want to get with you
So come and get with me
We'll be K-I-S-S-I-N-G
And all that good stuff
Calling you
yeah
Paper bills and get us foot yeah
Do it like we're trynna prove aye
It's a new day
Get some new J's
Oh feelin the same way
And we get paid
the dirt, too demonic for the church
I body any and everybody until the day they put my body in the earth
This is ghetto gossip while I work
Live from
a line never
Let me write a 16 hook until there ain't time
Fly as holy moley might go drop a chapel slang line
But a Rollie roll enormous with the mary I
to tears
Body ain't be workin' right for 7 years
So miss me with that keep your chin up try to smile
Bro I'm 26 I should feel better by a mile
Keep all your
on these hoes
See these broads want stars
Big dicks down in the drows
Seven days a week seven brand new cars
Yeah I done it parkin' GS 300
Check us
impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
The headline in the post the next day reads, "Man killed by best friend"
People cut the article out and they
Motherfucker this the T Town Anthem
Better go and get your motherfucking hands up
J-O-J in this bitch
New name new shit I aint look back since Uh
My
waitin' since like 7th grade what it take?
Thought by now I'd have the bread to buy a fuckin' lake
But yet & still it's a 9 to 5 barely scrapin' by
'Member
or win at the end of the day
I spent my last five hundred, took a trip on a plane
Turned it to five hundred bags, they went as fast as they came
Even if
and round
Mary j my life im goin down
Its sounds like we all came up the same
Nigga im fa real they just rappin mayne
Find out when the semis come out
Ill
Discuss these seven days by mary j blige Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In