Lyrics:
on the shit
Flow dope O.D on the shit
R.Kelly diamonds pee on the shit
And I be on the bloc
Niggas see we on the top
Walk in like we own the spot
I done Dior'd
dope O.D on the shit
R.Kelly diamonds pee on the shit
And I be on the bloc
Niggas see we on the top
Walk in like we own the spot
I done Dior'd the socks
we gonna make it
R. Kelly with the piss, I ain't missin
Cookin in the kitchen, where the dishes?
Coz I'm about to feed the people wimme
They got me
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
R. Kelly they just keep the P/Invoked
Get it? D/Invoke P/Invoke
Better look up .NET shellcode if you don't perceive the joke
Switching up the game but
Hell no, I'm givin' motherfuckers burial suits
Your little T.K.O was A.O.K.
My way is R.I.P., niggaz are D.O.A.
Dead on Arrival
So nigga you
what you doin', true'n
No need no Dom P, no need no Crist'y
All you need is me, Hev D, naturally
Rough rider, "Mr. Big Stuff," up inside her
Multiple
I'm nice, and y'all are so obsolete
Cold like off the heat, I'm hotter than cotton sheets
Cop the Jeep, full tank so there ain't no stopping me
Lock
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
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
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
these chords
Those chords mean something
These chords mean something
These chords are the chords of insight
The pyramid
The chord structure is a pyramid
weekend
My playlist The Weeknd
Im hard as concrete
R I P niggas thats hating on me
I got the juice
Niggas is jelly
American Idol, you Justin im Kelly
like me
I'm top tier almighty
You think you bad
You lyrically trash
You see me R.I.P
You A thru F
He H thru Z
That just means I stayed a G
Don't forget
love to piss just like R. Kelly
He yoke them up like chic, be quiet
Grab them by the pussy, pussy riot
Go ahead and try it, see what happens
Fuck with my
Nellie
And pray it don't go to a chain or my belly
My brain will inflate go insane like R Kelly
Whatever they want you know that I'm selling
I know some
so many cant just pick one ho
Fuck it eenie meanie mine mo Ill pick a ho like by the toe
And give her a foot you already know
P r o m o
I might take
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
like R Kelly came back the way you shakin
Ooh Lawd
Yeah ISSA B.O.P.
Beauty ova pussy. I'm lying I want dat W.A.P
Shawty give it to me I'm trying
bumping and grinding
I feel like R. Kelly and I don't see nothing wrong
I found my comfort zone
Put a gram in a bong and I wrote another song
I'm giving
of albums sold where does their money go they ain't got not a clue at all
I don't go by the rules I got a job to do
I ain't got shit to prove y'all let them
of albums sold, where does their money go? They ain’t got not a clue at all. I don’t go by the rules, I got a job to do. I ain’t got shit to prove, y’all let
BITCH!)
We on some shit boy/
[Verse 1: Tarek]
Heard a knock knock on the door, glock cocked by the floor/
Pop shots if it’s war, blocks hot like a whore/
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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