Lyrics:
the Lord
Sent you to me and Kelly
The smile the laughter
Always makes me happy
When I am too serious
Or too intense
With a voice that beautiful
You was
try and we give and it just isn't ever enough
I couldn't keep filling up your glass by emptying my own cup
You had to live your life, I had to save
[R. Kelly - talking] (*continues behind Chorus*)
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
you ain't a bow and arrow
Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead
Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still
Are you eating
stop 'til you say "Kelly no more"
Scream "baby" 'til they hear you outside the door
Baby, got your legs up and I'm all between your thighs
Poking that
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart
When the fuck you gon' start recognize
flow all over the place, .44 in the waist
I'm so-so innovative, po-po went away, I roll over 'em and make bacon
And call 'em a pig, won't you hop up
me, sing
I got some bump and grind, bump and grind, sing it y'all
Now 2nd Kelly, what you got for me, say
Do you mind if I stroke you up
Do you mind
Summertime,
Ladies, when you see us in the mall, tip us
When you see us step up in the club, tip us
When you see us rolling in that drop, tip us
Before Le marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
Before my voice would break up, before we'd tour them shake clubs
Before my mama wake up, before my
week I got a mil'
Its Young Money, open the bar
If you dont know who we is, I bet they know who we are
No Kelly just NO and LA
Come to fuck shit up
so I call her
Helly Kelly
Look at me like I'm a show Broadway
Schmurda on the scene call me Bobby
Mi a slice you up salami
So bila berjumpa jangan
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
[R. Kelly]
Now we about to show ya
yall always play the victim
Man I feel like R Kelly,
Bar for bar I'm really pissin'
On these niggas
I'm on my way up
Pray for my haters to stay up
I use
(don't-don't)
I swear by the Gods (don't break up the fight let 'em rumble)
Don't make enemies with me nigga (fuck all y'all)
Niggas gonna see they caskets
Breaking it up I'm breaking breaking it up I'm breaking
Bitch you are my windbreaker
Break, break, break, break, break, break, break
Breaking it up I'm
flavor's really better than chocolate
I got that one-of-a-kind, one-of-a-kind, one-of-a-kind
That R. Kelly shit that make you wanna bump and grind
I really
to make somethin' outta my life
Every day there's a highlight
And I ain't even hit my stride
They be wantin' me to break bread
You can't get a slice of my
where the turtle growin' trees
My na'r na'an nutta make all the hoes stutter
Gas break dip bend the pussy then cut her
Gas break, dip, then scrape
Gas
them growin' up in my life
I'll do anything to make the family proud don't manipulate me to turn against them
I don't want you turnin' my life into hell
dumb
Dumb what the hell are you on?
Tomorow yo shit'll be pawned
Withdrawled credit cards
All at the salon gettin done up
My chain look like a muffler
3d
your body down
My rodeo be like up and down
Bout to show you how I throw down
Baby it's about to be a
(Mr. Biggs) (R. Kelly)
(Holla)
(Yeah, TJ)
got for me, sing
I got some bump and grind, bump and grind, sing it y'all
Now 2nd Kelly, what you got for me, say
Do you mind if I stroke you up
Do
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