MARIE ft. No Lak, RaLee & E.A.K.J. Lyrics

I been woke 3 days cooking songs up

Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up

I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive

Every since I been looking for it like a crack high

I tell a bitch I ain't nudding like the last guy

If I say jump all I wanna hear is how high

You ain't fucking I ain't even bouta ask why

Tell me you ain't suckin' you gon have to get a cab ride

And you can see it in my eyes I'on try to fake it

I see the truth thru dem lies i'on try to weigh it

They don't wanna be your peace got me meditating

Kevin Samuels died them bitches celebrated

I love hard but I trust a hoe as far as I can see one

So enough to make me leave all the others I'on see one

Bitch tried to trap me I'm like nah that was pre-cum

Quit capping cus I know what's happening with all the reruns

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

When I put the switch on the glock, it got a fat head

Baby it's all hunneds in rolls I need atht big bread

Freaky bitch thought she had one violate my son in bed

If u think we fuckin' in da same bed bitch that shit is dead

I'm picky when it come to my women, what dem taxes say

Yes she wrote everything off but ain't got it bad

Stress free relationship shit, she don't even ask

Stay talking cash shit though, cus she got a bag

Had to work hard for every P, I took the Hardaway

Trap jumping stupid crazy, call it Vince Carter day

Gotta be grateful for this shit, cus you can loose it all

Look at the Vanderbilts, see they dun lost it all

I'm going out like Rockefeller's, see this one for the greats

My bloodline good forever, and all my partna's straight

We don't even fuck wit banks, we fuck wit credit unions

Better be smart lil nigga get some whole life insurance

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

I ain't picture perfect but fuck it let's paint this picture

I'm a man of God but fuck it let's burn the scripture

Homerun hitter almost fucked around killed a pitcher

And its all fun and games til J pulled out the liquor

Bad bitch on the table she turned herself to a stripper

Man its sumn in the water I'm making these niggas sicker

Had to grab a couple P's just so I can survive the winter

When it hit next spring just know Imma become richer

Lion heart like I'm Richard I turned myself to a King

Say the stay out on the block but I seen em hangin wit fiends

Nigga how you gettin' money you really living yo dreams

Say they want me out the way do they even know what that means

Been grinding for a little dun turned that shit to a lot

And I'm still on the rise just hoping I don't get shot

Cus my city vile, they'll put ya ass in a box

They ain't never had nothing just want a taste of the top

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Damn, like it's 2003

Turn him in to black entertainment call em B.E.T.

Why would I, think about these niggas they ain't think bout me

Half of these so-called friends tryna to shine on me

My ex bitch mad lil bitch can't get no time from

If loyalty was priceless why this bitch gon drop a dime on me

Now this bitch making fake pages tryna follow me

Imma treat her like these lame niggas watch me make this cheese

Fake niggas really in yo face just gotta make em see

Hating niggas really can't see me but I'm not J.C.

Boy ain't balled since twenty thirteen you the real J.C

Treat that nigga like a loose leaf stomp em in the street

Boy yo bitch pussy overloaded filled her up with meat

A cocker spaniel damn near whatchu smoking thinking that it's beef

But really I know how to handle phonies lemme dial my peeps

These niggas doing stupid shit just to get clout

Whatchu know bout sacrificing when the shit hot

Man the way you niggas moving must be a pitstop

Like I can tell you must be doing it for a bitch huh

You got that switch you better hide hello Bin Laden

Like if you catch me wearing chains I don't pick cotton

Like if I ever see a whip I'm gon whip rocket

Bitch I'm from the dirty glove it's a bit toxic

I'on care too much bout love is the trust honest

I just bought my bitch some pants she dun busted out em

My son picky I'll never give em Mcdonalds

Life bitchy I'm just tryna get a nut out her

Yo bitch picky I won't let her get a nut out me

I'm still vicious by myself one man army

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me

Baby, baby, baby... it's a mystery, ooh you got me