Lyrics:
searching for real love just like Mary J. Blige
I told a filthiest Crip, "Love, I love you in my heart"
Real love, yeah
I'm searching for a real love
But
like Mary J. Blige It's My Life
I took a lil trip up to Pensacola
I play a lil bitch like an instrumental
I ain't lettin that thot hoe fuck up my mental
J. Blige
It was me in the sky and the stars trying to fight
I just met a bad bitch, but I'm only trying to fuck
I'm a squirrel no lie, I'ma need
Hanging on to every Mary J Blige hurt songs as Bible verses
Crying until she curses
Hurt people hurting people
Wishing, she never met a gangsta
Craving
feel it when he off that ounce
Of the mary mary mary jane
We the niggas showin' them different side of thangs
Never seen a nigga that switched
backed and got me from on top of the hearse
I'm alive, nigga, Justin T ain't got nothing on me
Cause I done cried Mary J Blige rivers
I realized that
no way that's my
Pride
Get ta dancing like Mary J Blige
They just take me four granted when I'm nice
Bullheaded they gone pay the price
Don't mess with
on the hood
She got on top and did the split like she Meagan Good (split)
I'm on my Mary J. Blige, no more drama (drama)
Leave your favorite rapper assed out
Our father, who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven
Hail Mary (Hail Mary) Hail
Like method man and Mary Blige
You don't have to wonder why
[Chorus]
ya
Huh, you feel it
Ay, ay look here nigga, ay
What I want you to do boy, drop that ill shit
I'll make this gat sing like motherfuckin' Mary J
me
You can't spell Mary J. Blige without a J.B.
Well back to the matter, and it's sex on the platter
She only wanna be happy and I ain't mad at her
ayy
Diamonds dancin' like Mary J Blige, ayy
Stevie Wonder with the ribbon in the sky, ayy
I'm the boss so my niggas do or die, ayy
Small waist with
, Mary J Blige
And when I finish wit this shit, I be all you niggas applaud
Just a nigga from the city wit bigger dreams than Jay's
Tryna reach em as I
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
bug, need pesticide
Mary J. Blige, real love you should exercise
Is it me or is it him?
Is it ours or is it yours?
See, ya mind’s still locked
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
wouldn't cost a thing
I'll be waiting for tonight
Cause you're all I need, my Mary Blige
I know that you want me aw baby, Ashanti
I'm always on time when you
to plummet
Like sippin' a 5th, Imma have to go and love it
No matter the weather, I been thinking about the summer
Just keeping your head up, have you heavy by
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
what side
They cant lock me up I'm not seeing Kawhi
This weed so loud like Mary J Blige
Free the guys
Ima ride with the fye'
This beef with the side with
obliged
Bumpin' J. Blige pondering on real love
The best slept on story, still cuz, yea
Wake up, I'ma make these niggas wake up
Wake up, I'ma make these
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
you poppin'
You could put me under
Your umbrella
It's giving Rihanna
Other women try to, it'' giving Mary Poppins
Or you could Mary Blige it
I give 'em
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