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daughter
Not the R. Kelly kind
187 On a motherfucking op
Smell like a undercover cop
You a baby down here I never seent you on the block
I did a song with

nonsense 
R. Kelly old money trapped in the closet 
Wanna do dealings then put in deposit 
She said that I'm trippin, no she trippin
They said that I'm

R. 
Liberté, liberté je chante ton nom
Liberté, liberté, tu guides ma raison
Liberté, liberté, je chante ton nom,
J’ai refusé les barreaux de ma prison

UN HOMME A PLEURÉ 
(I. Brouillette / R. Lachance)

Seul avec sa tristesse
Il lance son cri d'amour
Au fond de son ivresse
Dans ce bar tous les

MAUDIT SABBAT
R. Meurtin / T. Meurtin / T. Gaudinet

Le quinze du mois de mai 
Transcendante bacchanale 
À la gauche du gibet 
Sondée par l’œil

don't rewind that R. Kelly song


We're having a good time
Throwing shit around the room
They say we gotta go home soon
But we still ain't locked down no

as mente dos moleque no rolê
Tipo ""Brasil com P"" de G. O. G
 
De A. T. F e N. G. O a S. N. J e R. Z. O
É papo reto mano, esse alfabeto eu sei décor
Faça um

R.

Et la petite-fille venue d'Afrique
se retrouve déboussolée
face à son grand-père adoptif
qui le fut le seul à tant l'aimer
Elle voudrait que cesse

the last 2 An I can’t be spit out 

As if I don’t fit 

Every line Get you dope sick 

My hope it’s 

Everything you need 

So you could be F. R. E . E .D

"Hey Boy"
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan, Jr. (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubord, and Ty Carpenter

Hey Boy don't

right behind them on the rail
Break of another 2-0-0 professor, 4th by 3, then Clapton, Rattlin' Rose, 2nd last
Armando R. is the trailer
The leader is

she got that good/
Her transmission...pure ambition/
Play with a damn pistol, no damn issues and wish ya’ll would/
Say something contrary. No R. Petty

e r .' My delusional arms spell out, ' o h , m o t h e r. Y o u a r e j u s t l i k e y o u r m o t h e r .' I keep making mistakes. Why, oh why do

on the gram
Get put right in the sky
I can't trust no ho, these hoes fuck everything
These bitches lie
Smokin' on this gas
Feel like R. Kelly
Swear that I can

rien fait, c’était nous

Toi seul tu pouvais effacer
Ce qui me séparait de toi
Pour ça tu es mort sur la croix
Tu as tout fait pour être avec moi

R.

"Oh Well"
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan, Jr. (Timmy J)
Music by: clan R. Labrie, Timothy Donovan, Jr., Jason Dubbord, Ricky Pivin, and Ty Carpenter

"Crimson Skies"
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan, Jr. (Timmy J)
Music by: Timothy Donovan, Jr., clan R. Labrie, Jason Dubord, and Ty Carpenter

Tree

to do you dirty, like R. Kelly do kids
One minute my nig', the Big Ballin' done got bucked
Big mouth done got shut, it's Doodie I hit em up

[Talking:]

quién
Blessed, ey
Jamby, hecho en Medellín 
Yo', Kris R. (Kris R.)
Maikel Delacalle, jajaja (prr)
Jamby el Favo, tú sabe', tú sabe'
Pablo Chill-e,

of,
With these women I'm O.J.,
I get away with murder!
I'ma hit ‘till it's out of order
If it wasn't for R. Kelly,
I'll record her!
Now step

gosta d'enrabar, não de ser enrabado
E não admito que ninguém ponha em causa o meu amor pelo
R. A. P.
Podes não gostar, mas reconhece, tu sá's porquê
Eu

homies
Yet attached to two of the best to do it with the L.I. fluid
In my veins I came and I said it the same like the R.
But most of y'all wanna ball

d’une forêt,
Un coin, tout plein de charmes,
Aux amoureux discrets
C’est pourquoi, dès qu’arriv’ le Sam’di,
A Paris, partout, ce n’est qu’un cri :

R.

to kill)
I might just piss on em R. Kelly damn man
(Bitch I’m for real)
Feel like kdot damn damn 
(You know the deal)
Damn, damn tone it back, no flex zone