Lyrics:
music from his heart
That's how he made it
Nas and 2pac real poets no basics
Imagine if they had a song together Crazy
On the hook Mary J Blige
Track
and get in them thighs
I'm bout to fuck you all night long Mary J Blige
All this alcohol and weed that we downing gone help the moment
But it may hurt
a bike and getting bone cuts
A decade later and i'm tryna stay in focus
My first memory was riding round listen to the radio
Mary J Blige bumping i was
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
to survive
And if not, pick a spot and just be here for the ride
The aura of quarter waters over Mary J. Blige
My neighborhood give you life, but was you
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
it was the year of our father 1900 and 76 in J.A
when i first met my mary quite contrary to what my mother did say
she was a mountain girl come
one love
Crips killin' Crips, nigga, Bloods killin' Bloods
Niggaz tellin', gotta stay outta dodge
On the stand y'all be singin' like Mary J. Blige
But
am I?
Why I hide? Huh
Fourth-grade, Mary J. Blige
All I like, I made a mill off a lie
And I lie so I write another lie
Rca, that note wasn't 'bout
got that Mary Jane, I smoke the hairiest pot
What if Mary Magdalene had a bloody Mary with a virgin
On December 25th, while bumping Mary J Blige
Gudio tell em
[speaking in Spanish left untranslated]
MP4, six spacecraft in the mix, kissin Mary J. Blige
on Earth was quite normal,
as Dr. Octagon,
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
OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin -
un libre penseur complètement
Vide de rancœur?
Non j'suis un triste glandeur qui
Fait d'la musique de branleur
On a qu'nos bites sous la
Main c'est la
Got you lookin' lil' somethin' like Mary J. Blige
Don't mind my eyes
They bloodshot
From smokin' bout 4 bags of weed in the parking lot
So wassup bitch,
lemonade
I ain't talkin' Blige but I'm blowin' Mary J.
You would think I'm blind 'cause I be rockin' heavy shades
I gotta keep the fire, try me, I'ma let
in that thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps
the bleachers, cause this weed just got legal
Mama I'm like Mary J. Blige on that one song
Singing like Mary Jane might be my one love
Everyone loves so everyone
beth u said u ate
Her out and then she gave you aids and then u humped
me and then I asked ya why
Did ya mess wit mary j. blige u said why can't me make
your love like Mary J. Blige
Yeah I'm OTF while you're pickin' bare
Yeah I seen your bitch-made way
No I never be shot 'cause them man not wet, can't
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
5+5's
Ain't no more cries like Mary Blige and them
Pressure part of the process, like all them diamonds been
So what I'm finding is the more they keep
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
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