Lyrics:
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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
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a)
[Verse 4: R. Kelly]
It's the remix
Now if you walk up in the club
With a bad chick
And she's looking at me
Then I'm gonna
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah!) This is Slaughterhouse
Haha, we gon' get right into it
Scared yet niggaz?
You're dealin with a fo'-headed monster
Y'all are
the world go round
The world ain't never been the same since the last don put it down
T-are-you, M-O-be, til the day we die
We represent the intercity,
Show you I'm not R. Kelly
X, pass me the weed
I'ma put my ashes out on his ass for the last time, man
Watch your fuckin' mouth
I love it when you
hit me hit me hit hit hit me up til you.
Chorus:
Ru-ru-run my check. (Uh huh) Ru-ru-run my check. (You know who I am.) Ru-ru-run my check.
(What I need
redder by the spliff
Damn, leveled up my focus everytime I hit uhh
Level up, level up, level up
(chh, ahh, ahh)
Level up, level up, level up
(chh,
the demons
Trippin', a rebel like Jimi Hendrix
This is hard work
Talking independent, got that terp talk
If you tryna hit it, LSD cap
Gotta feed the village
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
scene to cremate
Shellboy, some fuckers exploiting the sound
cnd it's artists til this shit gets destroyed
Send noise, trends cloy, sell merch, make coin
[R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus)]
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in the club
[R. Kelly - talking] (*continues behind Chorus*)
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
All my peeps in the clubs spending dollas. Hey Mr. DJ won't
You play that song so we could keep it crunk 'til the early mornin'. We say eeooh [2x] ride
To turn my spirit into shattered glass
Matter of fact, it’s only by God’s grace that i haven’t snapped
Not playing Ne-Yo, definitely no Dwele
I rather bump
In the club wylin' out over henny and patron
Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone
It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown
Shawty in my
to fuss and fight
From right now 'til tomorrow night
So if you promise to love only me and be by my side
I'll let you slide
Without a doubt tonight
probably never get low
R. Kelly, I think I can fly
But this is as it go
I can't recall being sober
'Cause that was a trillion hours ago
You say you want
Gotta have that
Uh, uh, uh
I will rob and steal witcha, dog nigga what
Ride 'til we die, on 'til it's up
Thick like blood, where's my dogs
Uh,
Most Wanted"
[E-White]
The skinniest [bitch] with a tanktop on
If I come correct I'm a take somethin off
It's been a while since I hit the water
Spinelli
She got the Evelyn, I prefer the Kelly
I got the O, but I prefer the Skelly
Well done, girl, you hit the belly
I gotta tone it down on Graham
I'd rather get money, consider it fun when I get to work
Dropping hit after hit, put my fist to work, but they still like the way I be twisting words
since the rump shake
That's the kind of booty that makes your bed break
Girl hit the floor turn out the party
Love it when you shake and wind your body
Bliss when I blast off when I get
R Kelly style on these hoes
Shit on the chest Small
You don’t know the chest nut crack
I crack y’all ass and I crack
Woke up from a long night of sex this mornin'
Brushed my teeth, got fresh this mornin'
Hear my girl talk a lil' mess this mornin'
Hit the hood got
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