Lyrics:
waiting for finally happened, I connected with the A&R of RCA records and I was asked to submit music for Kelly Clarkson's Christmas album. I had
to blow pies
My bitch got an onion booty
Make your ass cry
Call the K R kelly, it can make your ass fly
Pull that chick, she get wet
Should've let that man
We love Burt Reynolds in Cannonball Run
John Wayne ridin' into the sun
Richard Petty in pole position
The dirty version of "Family Tradition"
by some misfires in your brain
Because you took some shit to numb your pain
Yes, you guessed it
The culprits here are opiates
Methadone, man
Vicodin,
got 5, 5 times 11
11, 5, 5 times 11 is 55
you know what's up with that homie
Yeah
Drugs are bad, I'm good
She touchin' on my nine and it just let
left me in ruins
Im a new version now, who this
Bossed up, nobody knows what this cost us
I had to focus on music
I was so tired of losing, losing
Roll
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
some fakes in my face so I put them in the past
I swore of the dirty now I'm washing off my hands
Why you acting flirty when you know you got a man
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
your goals man, yaknowhatI'msayin?
(For real baby)
And, yo son, on the real I'ma get a sneaker just like y'all
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
I
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
my bad boy shine,
Be ,double E,F that's wat they imply,
If that's the case,hectic,drive-by,
(Kenzie)
Lyrically,man gonna get smoked,
Easily
to me, to live in peace
God damn, it's a luxury
I like bad luck, baby, now you're stuck with me
Kelly 13th
I ain't had nobody in a long damn time
Tryna
[ "Long Version" includes the following INTRO: ]
Yo Rich
How come y'all go ruthless
turn around and try to be positive?
[ D-Loc ]
Look man, people
the only way he can communicate
His profile interface should not be used by a foreign rattlesnake
Used most of his life, deleting dirty tracks, which are
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow
weak, on the Bible (weak, on the Bible)
Talkin' shit from where no one can find you
I can never be judged by a bitch that was dancin', makin' R. Kelly
can do,
Now we are married, ever more,
I can do magic
Kelly you bad, no Charlie you Bad!
and all that I Had
Get rid off the the angels I only see hell Nowadays it's the weed that dirty fucked me Bad
God mode
How can I trust these folks
When they
And took over man's turf
When them blue lights flash
Man are rallyin' them curves
We link the gally
Make her put the whammy in her purse
Niggas getting this
the zeros and the comma's
Counting more money eating benihana
Downtown swerving got that cookie in my lungs
You're a middle man but we get it by the tons
Drinkin' on somethin'
Man I gotta be drinkin' on somethin'
Just chillin' with me, what the hell you doin' smokin' on green
Gotta be drinkin'
on the way man I swear we gone blow
Just running up Jacksons li nigga I ain't talking bout Bo
Diamonds like piss, nigga R Kelly
Money real tall real tall,
a bitch that was dancin', makin' R. Kelly go viral
Ayy, I'm sexy as fuck, and I'm freaky (and I'm freaky)
Get whoever I want, eeny-meeny (yeah)
Why
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