Lyrics:
OOOH MARY, SWEET MARY
MY MARY, OOOOHHHOOOHHH
OOOH MARY, SWEET MARY
MY MARY, YOU TAKE ME SO HIGH
yeah ,yeah, You take me so High
yeah ,yeah,
the arm spit, ha
Just that Brooklyn don shit
Along with the queen from Yonkers
Come on kiss the ring
Fore I let miss Mary sing
Supposed to you a soul
through all black like a Amish
Holsters under the armpit, the arm spit, ha
Just that Brooklyn don shit
Along with the queen from Yonkers
Come on kiss
a fan of Lena
Close to Katrina (17)
Very fond of Gina Lollobrigida (17) , too
And as for Pasadena
Everybody there's an old shoe
But anyone can see my new
all black like a Amish
Holsters under the armpit, the arm spit, ha
Just that Brooklyn don shit
Along with the queen from Yonkers
Come on kiss
Unsolved murder crimes
Every time we go out
Black Dahlia
I'm fond of ya
Stilleto heels
And a Louis Vuitton
Press the knife against the flesh
It's
in my quiver
To shoot down people by the Old Man's river
Me and you differ
You let your team down , I always deliver
Golden nigga, fuck silver
Black
minute
We still in the game
Shooting threes by the threes
Crossing over your lane
Kendrick said we’d be alright
I’m making the change
I spent some time in
beamer
Not only the best out
My focus is best ever
Back pack raps pack black
Gats and these caps sever
Niggas I once knew now
Serving a prison sentence
Lie in this state
Of perdition
Never to awake
It negates
An admission
Stricken by fate
There's no salvation it dwells in your bones
There's
Mother was converted to a crow from a dove
And shoved away her fond memories of her kids, and her love
Had disappeared , from the Mary that they once knew
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
doomed by love
The night it grips so loose
Morning light pulls like a noose
Oh your heart black and blue, ripped cleanly through, the scars we choose
Oh
with a lot of class
Pretty hurts but I promise now that all ya scars stay in the past
That's real love I ain't talking bout Mary J
One kiss have us high
this bitch, bitch
You can still feel a bit of brain on the lower lip
Bothered by nothing but just a kiss
Black death’s now the color of his spit
When
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face, heapin' prayers on his head
pockets on humongo
Philosophical drama and wildin known as the Congo
Africana, Black as Ghana, be my attire
Mary water, marijuana that stick to get
thru the trenches dashing thru the snow
Young black and gifted ho ho ho
Mrs. Hoss trying kiss me under mistletoes
Checking off the wishlist giving as I
misunderstandings
A lantern in the abyss
The light feels sweet as a kiss
I feel the fire in my veins
Mixed between pleasure and pain
Free at last a fond farewell
Thought it was real by the way that she kiss and she hug me
Little did I know
I was like third on her list
All the sexy shit she used to do was looking ugly
There's a colleen fair as May
For a year and for a day
I have sought by every way her heart to gain
There's no art of tongue or eye
Fond youths with
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
Black or white chocolate bitch eat me like a Hershey's Kiss
She been eating way too much semen she can't get a kiss
All these niggas is my sons like Madea
Easter-Famale voice written by Simmy Makhijani
-Chorus’ based on old world prayers
Seed and root, bud and stem
Spear to cauldron, lance
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