Lyrics:
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this
My boy Roc, can you
a gangsta
[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
I'm lookin' for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass Wanksta girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my
freak me a gangsta ...
[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
I'm lookin for them gangsta girls
not them fake a** +Wanksta+ girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls,
her, I'll eat her
Do anything to please her
My ghetto queen of Sheba
I'm the type that'll get you by the fireplace
Get you hype when I lick it, put
It's a celebration
For the ghetto, oh
It's time, times like these (Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion
roll my blunts she reminding me of Kelly
I want Ghetto love like Moneybagg and Ari
I ain't trying to break yo' heart
I can't get fixed with a sorry
I
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
We on a world tour
Wale your man hustlin' in each and every ghetto with the mic in my hand
New York, VA, DC, get paid
We on a world tour Wale
before them.
For how long will the masses be so pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country?
*
For fucks sake where are we in all this?
We're
every day
When this shit goes down y'all ain't got nothing to say
"Central, the cat has been rescued."
In the ghetto black men are dying
That’s right. Baby, you know you’re just my vibe Stylin’ a stiletto – Turnin’ ghettos to paradise Divine! I go by many names
I am every woman. Women,
who we are
A team from outta Queens with the American Dream
So we're plottin' up a scheme to get the seven-figure cream
Livin' the fast life with
Metallica, than R Kelly’s 12 play
Forget love, I got an album to write
But this African’s reminding me I wanted a wife
And I’m not trying to be a cynic
Yeah
this is it
London
How we gonna make it out the
out of the ghetto
ghetto, ghetto
Nemisis
Stonecold
Still here, tryna make it out the ghetto
I’m
helpers
Country club martini crew
Extra olives just won't do
Valium makes your soul get higher
And enables fake gunfire
Queen bees lose to wasps
helpers
Country club martini crew
Extra olives just won't do
Valium makes your soul get higher
And enables fake gunfire
Queen bees lose to wasps
catch chills 'cause I'm frozen
R&B queen top gun and I'm loaded
Everything you here in your jeep I wrote it
If it ain't good life man I don't live it
I'm the coldest
Chics around me catch chills 'cause I'm frozen
R&B queen top gun and I'm loaded
Everything you here in your jeep I wrote it
If it
shine through it
I am V.A.R all the way from Brooklyn Starrett city
And you know you know we
Man we made it out the ghetto
A nigga had to hustle
I could
money
What if that was your breed was you murderin' clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what I'm sayin'
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man
money
What if that was your breed was you murderin clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
goin? to the club
No hangin? with my girls
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
R.Kelly got a show but I can't go
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
money
What if that was your breed was you murderin clown?
It's wack
Shout out to grandpa, you know what i'm sayin
Shout out to grandpa kelly
My man
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