Mrs. Mary Mack - Juice

North Memphis in the buildin'

Rich niggas in the buildin'

Fired up

Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up

With that sweet kush, all down her back

Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up

She let me hit, straight from the back

And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch

I think I love that bitch, I think I love her

And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch

I think I love that bitch, I think I love her

Fuckin' with her since a young nigga

Smokin' more weed than these young niggas

One more hit then I’m done with her

But who am I kiddin'?

I’m in love with her

I’m addicted to her, she know I can’t live without her

Mary Jane is all I need

In the Lambo blowin' nothin' but that kill

You know I keep this RIP

I chief and ya’ll little niggas ain’t in my league

I got them Kobe Bryant colors all in my weed

Pourin' up the purple plus, homie let’s make a toast

Whole team doublin' up on cups of lean

Blue dream weed make my bitch go by

Got her layin' on her back, with her legs up in the sky

I’mma take me a dab and watch that ass

Stay on my triple shit nigga, I’m so high

I’m so fly, check my ride

Shit’s so clean, chick thought I was a spy

007, I’m James Bond

And I’m smokin' kebowls all out my bong

All I inhale is the strong

So you know I keep the grass all in my lungs

Mrs Mary Mary, roll it back to back

On a shot of gin and a beam on my tongue

Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up

With that sweet kush, all down her back

Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up

She let me hit, straight from the back

And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch

I think I love that bitch, I think I love her

And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch

I think I love that bitch, I think I love her

I don’t smoke it if it ain’t that good, nope

Fuck that nigga, I’m gravy, yeah

Fucked up nigga, I’m wavy, uh

Cotton mouth nigga, post slavery, ooh

Stop talkin' shit nigga, smoke somethin'

Girl let’s bust one and roll one

Tunechi like a penny with a hole in it

Cause I don’t let these bitches get they hopes up

I got Tony Montana, no cut

I gets all my drugs for free

Cause I got a bad bitch, she a nurse

And I just tell that bitch I can’t sleep

I only drank on occasions

When it is not an occasion

Chinky eyes, asian persuasion

Fuck rehab, imitation

I say, «God is great, weed is good»

Amen to that shit

Rest in peace Lord Infamous

Amen to that shit

Light that ho I pass around

I hope my smoke go past the clouds

To all my homies lookin' down

Amen to that shit

Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up

With that sweet kush, all down her back

Mrs. Mary Mack, all rolled in pack, roll up

She let me hit, straight from the back

And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch

I think I love that bitch, I think I love her

And ohh, I think I love that bitch, I think I love that bitch

I think I love that bitch, I think I love her