| North Memphis in the buildin'
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| Rich niggas in the buildin'
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| Fired up
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| Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
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| With that sweet kush, all down her back
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| Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
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| She let me hit, straight from the back
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| And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch
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| I think I love that bitch, I think I love her
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| And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch
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| I think I love that bitch, I think I love her
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| Fuckin' with her since a young nigga
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| Smokin' more weed than these young niggas
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| One more hit then I’m done with her
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| But who am I kiddin'? |
| I’m in love with her
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| I’m addicted to her, she know I can’t live without her
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| Mary Jane is all I need
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| In the Lambo blowin' nothin' but that kill
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| You know I keep this RIP
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| I chief and ya’ll little niggas ain’t in my league
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| I got them Kobe Bryant colors all in my weed
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| Pourin' up the purple plus, homie let’s make a toast
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| Whole team doublin' up on cups of lean
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| Blue dream weed make my bitch go by
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| Got her layin' on her back, with her legs up in the sky
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| I’mma take me a dab and watch that ass
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| Stay on my triple shit nigga, I’m so high
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| I’m so fly, check my ride
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| Shit’s so clean, chick thought I was a spy
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| 007, I’m James Bond
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| And I’m smokin' kebowls all out my bong
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| All I inhale is the strong
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| So you know I keep the grass all in my lungs
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| Mrs Mary Mary, roll it back to back
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| On a shot of gin and a beam on my tongue
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| Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
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| With that sweet kush, all down her back
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| Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
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| She let me hit, straight from the back
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| And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch
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| I think I love that bitch, I think I love her
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| And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch
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| I think I love that bitch, I think I love her
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| I don’t smoke it if it ain’t that good, nope
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| Fuck that nigga, I’m gravy, yeah
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| Fucked up nigga, I’m wavy, uh
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| Cotton mouth nigga, post slavery, ooh
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| Stop talkin' shit nigga, smoke somethin'
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| Girl let’s bust one and roll one
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| Tunechi like a penny with a hole in it
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| Cause I don’t let these bitches get they hopes up
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| I got Tony Montana, no cut
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| I gets all my drugs for free
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| Cause I got a bad bitch, she a nurse
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| And I just tell that bitch I can’t sleep
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| I only drank on occasions
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| When it is not an occasion
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| Chinky eyes, asian persuasion
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| Fuck rehab, imitation
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| I say, «God is great, weed is good»
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| Amen to that shit
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| Rest in peace Lord Infamous
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| Amen to that shit
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| Light that ho I pass around
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| I hope my smoke go past the clouds
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| To all my homies lookin' down
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| Amen to that shit
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| Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
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| With that sweet kush, all down her back
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| Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up
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| She let me hit, straight from the back
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| And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch
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| I think I love that bitch, I think I love her
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| And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch
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| I think I love that bitch, I think I love her |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mrs. Mary Mack , by - Juice. Song from the album Mix It, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп