Lyrics:
Why do you fake-bake on the weekends?
Why do you wear designer clothes?
Why do you chop me up so fine
Just to snort me up your nose?
Why do you call
mary j. Blige
And when there's a drought all birds do fly
All through the air 'till they hit yo set
And if you talk too much then you will get wet
Real Love (cover of Mary J. Blige)
We are lovers true and through
And though we made it through the storm
I really want you to realize
I really
the big bang
Got pissed off that my phone won't connect
Yo hoe ain't the only thing hit by my golf swing
That's my Mustang
Mary J my Mustang
Wanted you
my auntie is a man now, slight bravado
Scratchin' the likes from lotto
Hopin' that she pull up tomorrow
So I can hang out in the front seat
Six by
It was a fine day in the fifth grade
When mary may let bobby walk her home from school
He had her books in hand
And he was listening to every word
bobby I just wanna play,
So what is this you have to say?
He said, Mary, marry me.
We could live out by the sea
Like they do on the movie screen.
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
are not just art for Michelangelo to carve
He can't rewrite the agrc of my furied heart
I'll wait on mountain tops in Paris, cold
J'veux pas mourir tout
'bout I changed up
Now I'm actin' Hollywood?
Bitch, I'm in Hollywood right now
I'm smokin' on Cali' buds (Stay high)
I stay high, Mary J blige, no more
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
on that Mary J, I master my feng shui
I'm goin' up like an elevator
New goals, new heights
New destinations
New money, new vibes, new conversations
Risk
like a swisha
Baby light that shit on fire, Mary Jane I'm poppin' wit' ya
I'ma hot box in your hot box
You just take it like a picture
I'ma go slower
The tales that I tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just
J-J-J-Jesus
Out of Mary’s sausage wallet he just appeared
It always seemed so clear to me
The most Christmassy baby in history
Was a baby with a beard and it
Day by day
I keep getting older
Maturing with age
I keep getting colder
Fine like wine
Wise and sober
No drugs or pills
Needed to go hard
Day by
more, dollar signs
Call her a hoe, yeah she fine
Roll it up play me this track
Got to go i'll be right back
Burning out my area code
No CDs, just hit
My ni**a that's on God
What's the 411, I'm feeling like J.Blige
Back stage sniffing lines at a Jodeci concert
KC done got her open, but I know that
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
tell so well
I met this girl, her name was Joan
She loved the way I rocked the ON microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like
is done
You didn't do anything wrong
I'm just gonna look at my phone
I'm going home and I will be just fine
Yeah i look that way by design
Catch my
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
and Mary
Girl you don't know
What you do to me
(Lord have mercy)
Ain't no doubt about it
When she walk by
Tongues hang out
Eyes pop out the socket
Oh yeah I remember what it feel like when you just wanna quit life
Thats wild
The pain of my sister J Blige be speaking through me
Exclusively smile in
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