Mary
R.Y.P. Lyrics

Where the Mary go
Lost in the carousel
Kickin’ Chris P on the stereo
Trynna reach overseas
Dip, take trips, pip, cheerio
Coolin’ brickstone
Fire up by imperials
Tour U.S., U.K., back to Tokyo Amsterdam, rollin’ like hamster
Damn, oh there he go
I wanna be on and off the map
Where Perry go
Palè francias
Whenever I’m in Parie though
Big coat, big tokes
Loads on ferry boats
Life is gettin’ scary bro
But I’m not mortified
Anybody can get it
Short, tall, Rigby, Mordecai
Hover over you
You can say that I’m sort of fly
I drip shit, dipshit
Straight outta porta potty
Fresh to death
Mos Def, I think I oughta die
Seen you hating and faking
In my corner eye
Feed the beast beats
Irk ‘em, then he come alive
You can’t see me with the verses
Budakai, Kamehameha
Boom Blast with the forty-five
Not the gun, I’m talking ‘bout the Cougar that’s on my line
Hold the line
Attitude kinda gettin’ borderline
How I’m lyin’
High, everywhere I go
Man, my feet planted
Rooted from head to toe
Man, my head high
From the way I blow
Man, I’m lost in this smoke
Where the Mary go
I keep my bread tight
Don’t blow the dough
Man, the food already gone
Man, before the show
She’s likes them big lights
There she go
Man, she dance around the pole
Look at Mary go
She a money maker
She a Laker
Watch that chick splash
Body bad like Satan
Look back, whip lash
Breakin’ necks
Yes, baby first class
If you making money, yeah she flirt fast
If not, in her cute skirt
Yeah, she skrt pass
Oou, I heard that
Heart locked up
So nobody hurt that
Yeah, She’s working those late Nights
Oiling up them poles
Yeah, her feet hurt, put in work
Oiling up them toes
Making sure everything’s Covered
With none of her clothes.
Leaving the clubs with big bread
Bagels, big loaves
This the life she chose, I get it Man
She’s making ends meets
Big body bag, big trash bags hefty
Oou, she sexy
Yeah, she coming
Thumbing thru them ones
She got no time looking for the One, she got a son
She in school, trynna be a nurse
Trynna treat patients
Life gettin’ to her, gettin hard
She’s losing patience
High, everywhere I go
Man, my feet planted
Rooted from head to toe
Man, my head high
From the way I blow
Man, I’m lost in this smoke
Where the Mary go
I keep my bread tight
Don’t blow the dough
Man, the food already gone
Man, Before the show
She’s likes them big lights
There she go
Man, she dance around the pole
Look at Mary go




We go ‘round and ‘round, and ‘Round and ‘round we go
We go ‘round and ‘round, and ‘Round and ‘round we go