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Why (Remix)
   ------Mary J. Blige

[Rick Ross]
I got her looking at me sideways
Live every night like it’s a Friday
My conversations are so monumental
Licking on her ear, I’m whispering a couple riddles
She fell in love with my technique
I made her call me boss when in the bedsheets
We both coming from the same place
All in her both coming at the same place
Still on my dope boy swag
Top down on my Cam’ron, Oh boy swag
Played the hand we were dealt from the beginning, baby
You the dealer, cut the deck, while we winning baby

[Chorus]
You got me sayin’ why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right?
Just can’t get it right
Don’t know why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right
No matter how hard we try

Look, it’s hard to keep her
But even harder to let her leave out
She prolly playing X games since we hold the ski route
You know that down hill, not even around still
But call yourself a couple cause you love it sounds still feeling
Chance that she’s listen
So many stick days, might as well playing trippin
Now it’s Mary J here got me here reminiscing
A low key, hoping that her number’s still listen
I’m thumbling, I love it, it must be what I’m sipping
But it make me artist, and that explains drunk dialing I found in the morning
Money longer, Britney grinding, it’s some proper…
Double M, rich forever…doubt it

[Chorus]
Don’t know why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right
No matter how hard we try

She said it’s poetry the way we rap
Our eyes connect, then our hearts lock
She fell in love with my giddy back
And how I jump out the chevy and make the city watch
Covered in diamonds and the pretty watch
We make time stop while we sit and talk
Cause nothing else matters, we the hottest stars
Champagne and platters, of that caviar
We fine dine in that hood mix
And made our way out the hood bricks
And stay tight cause only so much
Money could fits, so I join hands with you, as I dance with you
As the can flicks,
And Mary J … this

[Chorus]
You got me sayin’ why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right?
Just can’t get it right
Don’t know why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right
No matter how hard we try

She has …couldn’t get it right
We fell like the perfect match
But couldn’t get a light
Cause everything we ever did felt like we did it twice
Bad times, used to sip Sirrock and we was getting nice
Getting right, times you left, you used to leave and call me back
Used to be with all of that, but now I just be falling back
She think that I shitted on it
I like where the call is that
Now she live that club life and she be where the balers at
And I be in that phantom, looking at them
They arguing and debating, I’m like look what I’ve created
Feat Rick Ross, Wale, Stalley & Meek Mill

And look what she just started, we landed in the pilots
That we used to aim for love, but couldn’t hit the target

Tearing friksies up a charimsatic 20 million on a villa, what’s illa
We’re living, little boy’s gotta…
Didn’t care, sure I snatched my girl a burkin bag
Blowing kisses I’d be drugged up, y’all nigga got gwap
Stay in your house when the block hot
Making love that will not stop
Bed sheets to the counter, top diamonds
My baby down to rock

[Chorus]
You got me sayin’ why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right?
Just can’t get it right
Don’t know why, why, why?
Can’t we get it right
No matter how hard we try.