Lyrics:
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You my Mary j Blige what's the four one one
I wanted many women but I just need one
You got me off the wall I wanna rock with you
We can play
an execution
they like Ry, when you drop your new shit
You know my bop, make it pop, little fashion overtop
c Mary feel like mary J blige in 95
yeah I can not
there's love there
'Cause in war, belief is all fair
Rock them to sleep, shots in your jeep
And you ain't never know the plot was from me
It's from my
it's passed that, we exit
We just stare at memes, laugh, and we hit the next one
And our self esteem is so messed up and threatened
By other people's
make dollas, don’t make sense
She want that Mary J. Blige, real love
She don’t make room for not make shift
They got their eyes on her
They watchin her
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
getting blocked
I treat a nigga like he nobody
He want that Jada and Will love
Mary J. Blige singin Real Love
Cut em with the SZA
Kill Bill love
If he
come around that. Real over fake that’s the only thing I vibe wit. She want real love like that Mary J Blige shit. Told her she a blessing she responded
had me
Love is crazy, I'm glad I can smile and say
Ain't it funny
C-A double D, Hi
Double dose my
Fly by, red line
Touch the roast side
Oh I,
it ain't bout a dollar really it ain't shit shawty
I'm O-G shawty ridin lo key shawty
You know me seatbelt big heat shawty
Shop open he ain't never
ninety one day month three, Rodney King in the street
Or a producer with a maschine or MPC
Or blue face speech or Mary J. Blige feet
We just trying to make
do it, hit em with that Mary J. Blige
Yeah I got that good good, yeah I got that melanin
Yeah I got that good good, yeah I got that melanin
Niggas
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
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
Mary J(ane) so you know I o-blige
She said Cass you can you be my ni**a on the side
She got cute face, hips and those thighs
Love it when you call me Big
I got chicks like Simone and Cala
Stay with lip gloss and Fendi bag beside her
And your girl said you ain't ready for me
I'm in love so Mommy got
Me
change
You were screaming out my name
In downtown Baton Rouge
You ain't the only one that want to cry
She want to smoke and drank while she jamming Mary J
the sheets
Catch me, Mary J. blessed me
Open up the dime, stimulate your mind, slide my thumb up the blunt
Open up and what you'll find in there (you don't
C-i-t-y wid it
City Girl, I'm live wit' it (ow)
Brown skin, I'm fine wit' it (ay)
Go Mary J. Blige wit' it, ay
Break it down, both sides wit' it (break
sipping on Moe from the bottle no Brandy
Ain't no nigga like me got her locked up in a frenzy
Smoking on that Jay no Blige call her Mary
I look up in
Brand new mac paint yo face like Maybelline
Love them 762s but today I bought a nine
And she sing good as hell came Mary j blige
Hit a nigga in his head
don't worry we don't need em
A couple hours in the session we done been
Through bout four CDs (about four CDs)
Keith Sweat, Mary J, Brian McKnight,
stops the action, everybody's mystified
To see that little step he's got as he goes glidin' by
Now, he ain't doin' the Gigolo 'cause he ain't got no
and made the sun move
Fahrenheit spike when a hot Nigga come through
When you wake up pussy feeling like I jumped you
Mary J Blige you'll be calling 911
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