Lyrics:
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
to what you are
And it feels so good that I found my angel next to me
That I just gotta tell somebody
About my new discovery
And how I’m touched by
a devil in the night time uhh
And working like an angel in the day light lord
I was out passed 2 am
Passed out with your bitch like not again
I'm, not
Ah yeah
The definition of a hotti
R. Kelly is born into the 90's
You know what I'm saying
With the new shebang swing
The definition of a hotti
the best that you can
They will fly down to your rescue and take you by the hand
Angels Exist, don't give up, don't quit
Just hang on, resist
Then fight on,
your eyes Kate
And I'll sing you to sleep
Close your eyes, your dreams will be sweet
Kate Kelly, Kate Kelly
I'm gonna sing you to sleep
Ned rose
to me)
All I need is my CD, bag of weed and some Cristie (yeah)
Then I'm gonna stroke you up and down
Messin' with your head
And when you leave up out
like Farah
And get rinsed down the FAUCET
because I'm coming at 'em
So save your devilish tricks for eve if you don't know me from Adam
My lyrics are
Yeah, hey
Pool in my eyes, as you beg I testify that
I hate being alone, but you finally got me out my zone
I know and I miss you
Know when I'm
Oh Kelly they dont know you like I know you
Your my bride my ride or die girl just try
Dont marry Roy hes just a toy Im your boy
Your annoyed I keep
Standing by my brothers, kicking back-to-back like I'm Drake
How do you expect to run lad, when you don't take the time to go train
My boys got
NOOOOOOOOO
We are no angels, smiles way too devilish
Heaven sent an answer to my prayers, the form was masculine
Hate to win? Never, matter of fact
Now you're grown up
I'm proud of your prudence
You are beautiful
Nice looking, with your red hair
Your questions about life
Your fears, your sufferings
I bang are Kelly or Aliyah
Gots to drop tha top real gently
I'm sippin on that jelly
I might just come through
Cause that boy be rockin steady
I’m a photographer
How is your hot and I’m the thermometer
I’m knee-deep in this street shit gotta stay focused
Head on the swivel
Glock fully loaded
your hands up
And if R Kelly's record is sharp let me see your hands up
And if your body swing to the track throw your hands up
And if you want some more
Met a girl with a smile that I liked
And her name was Kelly
Golden hair and her eyes are that kind
Make you feel like heaven
Spent the night
of weed and some cristie yeah
Then I'm gonna stroke you up and down
Messin' with your head
And when you leave up out my room
You'll be walkin' bow leg
I can
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
R Kelly shit
Got beef w a nigga we gon bury it by digging a ditch
Everybody on my dick now my balls amethyst
If you want your shit better come ask us
can hear the traffic sigh
Throw away those keys
Start walking, watch those
Tiny things go by
Accidently kelly street
Where friends and strangers
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
inside
Man, there's not
I'm so over our coping by overly dosing on thought
You talk yourself out of a life
You talk yourself out of a lot
You talk
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