Lyrics:
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
know I never
Gave a fuck, oh damn, my bad
Can't say shit when I'm in my Jag (No)
Words gonna slur when I hit that
Gas when it's too fast
Came up
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R.I.P.
That's right there nigga, nigga
watch your homies, this street shit ain't safe (mama told me)
Niggas leave you by your lonely when you get a case (that shit for real)
Keep it on me
all I do is chief
And facts are all I 'finna speak
Kai ain't got no filter, no
Cuz my brain it got a leak
I'm a freak! I'm a geek
Album only took
me & you
Only US and no my-time
Ask me what's on my mind
it's All YOU no white lie
No question it's fine by
me if you hit my line
Pre-Chorus
Take my
[R. Kelly]
Up in the club still poppin' the Cris'
Still back it up whenever I talk shit
Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich
Still
that potion yea
I know You feel me strokin ya
I can hear you moanin
Beat that back down til the mornin
Finna fill you wit this potion
Fill it up
Dick
Greedy that's why my first week I got a mil
It's young money open the bar
If they don't know who you is I bet they know who you are
No kelly just n.o.
servin' them pills
I took the script and rewrote it
Shawty a real deal cowgirl
Say she wan' ride 'til the mornin'
Then once again in the mornin
forever, put that on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time
Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
the friend zone
I ate the pussy out for six songs
R kelly, RiRi, Beyonce
Ay, it's Fine Nigga Friday
Don't say nothin', don't say nothin'
Don't say nothin'
hit in a celly
Yeah
Stick automatic turn you to confetti
Wrist in a patex worth more than R Kelly
These boys can't stop me I'm way to turnt up
Play with
Deliverin' hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it in witcha chronic
and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza Hut for them hardcore thugs
Niggaz who pimp bitches and hit the highway with them drugs
Feel my flow, mix it
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here
Fuck it, I'ma hit 'em 'til they jumpin'
I ain't trippin', this is nothin' (Brap, brap, brap)
I been livin' in the dungeon
I done held a couple grudges
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
moanin')
Don't wait to pray 'til the mornin' (don't wait to pray)
'Cause you may not make it home, make it home (you might not make it home)
No, you may
Superman no way
I'm not wearing no cape
They say silence is golden
So hit my line when you want it
As long as nobody knows
I'm a phantom in the night
Once I
Let's get, I can't wait to trick man
It's gonna be so sweet
Still like, "Can you hit it with your OVO goose on?"
I'm like, "What are you on?"
Told
Dark
And when it kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the sixth gin you're gon' probably crawl
And you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf
And my
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