Lyrics:
What are you looking at
Strike a pose
Strike a pose
Vogue, vogue, vogue
Vogue, vogue, vogue
Look around everywhere you turn is heartache
It's
Yea, that's right, it's the Remix, Killer
Welcome, can I help you
Take a minute to read the menu
If you're looking for a man
If you're looking for
tonight
But soon I'll be by your side
I know you wonder if I
Know how you're feeling inside
So many things on your mind
Too much to think for a child
Came up like I been up already
I don't need no one, just this semi
They see all this guap gettin' heavy
Now they pissed at me R Kelly
3rd eye on this
Real hitman shoot in a tie
My chopper R Kelly believe he can fly
I let the rouger up like 4th of July
I’m taking royal pain, this ain’t Sky High
I
can't have
I don't care if you like me or not
I'm better than some that are
Signed to the Roc
Any time, any slot, I'm right for the job
On the mic, I'm
(come on)
Burn it up (come on)
Girl the way you dance you are my one desire (come on)
Burn it up (come on)
Girl I don't care if the whole place burn
(come on)
Burn it up (come on)
Girl the way you dance you are my one desire (come on)
Burn it up (come on)
Girl I don't care if the whole place burn
blood thirsty
[Chorus]
So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore?
So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore?
We begin our day by the way
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
has taken place that we are governed by fools?
*
We've had problems from self-appointed Gods from Bishops to MPs.
They've tried to ban our
your mouth to disrespect me
I just got my ass beat by my
Bitch 'cause yo bitch text me
If she ask for the head
Then I'm Wizard Kelly
If she popping I'm
the man
A 4 figure man
Had to go figure mine
Real dealy
On telly
R kelly
I piss on man
No really
Y’all silly
Flow illi
Y’all feeling man
Go get your Manz
And sent it back if I ever seen a seed, man
And you don't even gotta ask
You know it by the smell
I treat every day like it's a payday
Top down, counting
How's it goin' there everybody,
From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy.
Here we are in the County Clare
It's a long, long way from
Bro it-it was Key Kelly that did it bro Key Kelly I'm telling you
Shout out my brother he really the plug
Xannies, and percies, and lean wassup
by taking the risks
I made sure we brought that suttin'
You man are on thin ice with all that ducking
Lord almighty, I check the scoreboard nightly
or a quarterback
R Kelly didn't have to tell me about
Your bump and grind and your foreplay
I found out and I asked you
If this was true you said no way
Birdman
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow
lowkey lookin' like fairy
They've been made me flyin' high then feel like R. kelly
I used to smoke lotta gas with this bitch on the daily
All this bitch is
Kelly was a blackjack dealer living on the Gulf of Mexico
Kelly had a taste for guns and pills; he was looking for a mark to roll
Sarah was a Kappa
stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "who the fuck are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't
weak, on the Bible (weak, on the Bible)
Talkin' shit from where no one can find you
I can never be judged by a bitch that was dancin', makin' R. Kelly
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