Lyrics:
to Mary J, babe with the real love
Young jefe, you can call me boss hog
See me creeping in the night? that’s my day job
That Astro, Manila heartthrob
2k
deconstructing my mind
I'm dumping out all the nonsense
Drop the N-T to the D-O
Then I Mary J. Blige it
Gotta visualize right through my dilated eyes
I want
though
I know that's your girl cause
Mary J Blige all she wanted was real love
I be with the hustlers
Shakers and movers the killers the real thugs
guard and angels sing
Haste, haste, to bring Him laud,
The Babe, the Son of Mary.
Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and ass are feeding?
Good
She said she gon' cuff me, handcuffs, uh Got my heart in prison, I don't need no public
Defender She got Mary J. Blige on repeat, real love
Is being
to whipping like a nigga cooking chicken
Fuck school, i was cutting classes for the gifted
We rock it up like stalagamites
Like mary j blige in power man, i
the freshest
I'm into small fancy cars,
large
pretty homes
Dinner with Mary j Blige, Sean Diddy Combs
cause the money don't stop here
cause it's funny how we got
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 year had gone by
Finally I spotted her standing in line
She was the only one that caught my eye
Though she was right next to Mary J Blige
I'm
What's The 4-1-1
Mary J. Blige
Can I hear
That Usher song
Please
Just one more time
You remind me
Like R. Kelly
Of my favorite R&B
I'm in
sight
But now I'm up they on my side
I can tell they ain't down to ride
Demons around me got nothing to hide
Make yo hoe sing like Mary J. Blige
Bro got
somebody stop me?
One on one, I be flexin' like Kyla (bitch)
Fuck with me, I'ma employ the Tommy
Are you triggered or just weak by design?
Baby, my
to ride
Hatters and snitches can't slide
Play with my name is suicide
That thang will go off
And sang to u like Mary J Blige
Niggas always wanting something
by
Like Mary J. damn right I o'Blige
Like Toni Braxton you be making me high
Like the trees i be sparkin' with Khi
Fireworks on the 4th of July
Like
different so we improvise
Went from playin Kanye College Dropout to Mary J. Blige
Yea bumpin Drizzy on the shuffle
Rockin royal blue today so Ima play some
nothing is new
I should've seen it all coming
Verse 2:
Was it method man your all I need
With Mary J. Blige
Or when ruff ryders came out
Ryde or Die
Men
by Mary
And started feelin movement inside of her belly
Mary greeted her when she walked into the room
John started jumpin for joy in the womb
talkin smoke
Thats why I got my
Pockets full
I'm merciful
Hit the drum roll let the feels come by
Cant get joy with a pack of cigarettes
Baby let Mary roll
Det we can man
Its crazy
Muhfuckas don’t care bout science
Try to teach you bout gender
Den you say det we lying
BITCH
I’m on my Mary j blige
Like, aint
And Mary, after all the pain is gone
I'm always gonna live to be your man.
Cause I'd give everything i have
Forget all the things that bring me joy
If
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
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
believe in the grind
Not intelligent design
And not anything divine
It's a fact that she is fine like the song by Mary J. Blige
In that sense I'm tryna be
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