Lyrics:
This that down South Nebsly music
This that Whitney Houston, museum, movin' music
That that Nesbly girl ain't used to
I'm made this album for nebly
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
n'en déplaise à la Fontaine
Pour toi petit dauphin j'écris les fables de Lacombetaine
Talking badly to me, fuck you yeah
Call my girl by her sister name,
girl, in fact, I see your grin, now come in, girl
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore
girl, in fact, I see your grin, now come in, girl
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore
girl, in fact, I see your grin, now come in, girl
When you walked through the door (woo)
It was clear to me (clear to me)
You're the one they adore
album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your
your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
your right girl
You probably find one of them, "I like art-type girls"
All of the lights, she was caught in the hype, girl
And I was satisfied being
these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I stay stranglin, I don't need your help
If you gon' give me
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
the haters get mad
While i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no(Fuck you)
Well fuck you cuz i dont need to hear your buzz
Im spinnin
She want a Cuban link
With ice bergs
Type to make her eyes twirl
Beanie made by Yeezy
That she'd never rock
That's my girl
Icing on the vee vees
Look
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
of my dreams
Your frank mysticisms never seem to be quite clean
You were more like, nevermind then, I was very much bleach
But that album, it makes me
Cassidy
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Submitted by : Daniella Roman ~*A.k.A Bubbles*~
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Rated : 6.3 (3 votes)
INTRO
R.Kelly:
Ladies and gentlemen, you are
solve 'em, there ain't no One who ain't got em
Be the best man you can be and treat your girl With precaution
If you're offended by this album then you're
and how I was now ready to throw in the towel. He says, you know Elizabeth, A&R's don't know what they're talking about and I've heard your songs
Like it when you fresh up out the shower for me
Got your body drippin' I need you to show me
No you ain't that type of girl that should be lonely
No
Cause I could taste blood in my mouth, I wanted to kill some motherfuckers
Got broken up by the bouncers, got banned from that joint
My girl was mad
Your t-shirts poor
Bruv, everybody knows you don't get saw
Skepta, Skepta, I wear my own t-shirts
Girls see me in the party and flirt
But I don't tell
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
meet again
Flew In a couple of Females I will not by them a seat again
How many right girls have I missed out searching for the wrong thing
How many
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