Lyrics:
Yeah that's cool
Er, everything closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the hotel
And just get some rest
Let me slide this dick up
plate
Surrounded by angels but I'm a step with them demons to hunt snakes
Who can I run to when I need to escape
My foot on the gas I digital dash ain't
'bout
Roll another gram, got the telly like a smoke out
We done got the ball like Wizard Kelly, it's a blowout
Bet not play with Maul, niggas stepping,
banana skids
While listening to R Kelly's greatest hits
Yung Lean in the club
For some morphine (morphine)
Yung Lean up in the club
For some
bills shit
I'ma peel banana skids
While listenin' to R. Kelly's greatest hits
Yung Lean in the club
For some morphine (morphine)
Yung Lean up in the club
around and bust his tater
She say she ain't suckin' dick, bye bitch I'll see you later
Went to the mall and spent the 50 ball, I'm dyin' by this paper
I
for redundancy has gotten shorter and shorter
Can't show up for people in the same ways that I'm used to
I gotta get my own house in order
For too long
a-bringin' up
Your little girl this way"
And it was signed by the Secretary
Harper Valley PTA
Well, it happened that the PTA was gonna meet
That very afternoon
over a Dame
R Kelly's new celly, can't telly, who's this?
Judge a book by the keeper on the look of transcripts
(They killed my baby, oh god they
[Verse 1]
In the cab, a hatchback, deux chevaux
Playing billiards down at the bungalow
She said Kelly's pool party was a no, no, no
I was wishing I
THE DcY I GET HOME
cmy Keffer Shellem/Kelly Garner
VERSE 1
With her hand on her bible
She stood throughout the years
cnd taught the old-time gospel
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
running, probably chasing dead dreams but I know that I feel alive
I tie my shoes. The time is now to say goodbye
Where's Kelly? He's gone. What you mean by
[Chorus:]
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make it go boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
still awake, I gotta be up at ten tomorrow
Missiles in my repertoire, I'd say I'm pretty regular
I never leave my house, I don't know why I got an extra
rang now
Now, to the ladies in the house when you come in the place
It ain't a bunch of niggas all up in your face
The music is thumpin' and you're
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
Megan good morning
Catch me rollin' with Kelly or
At the hills with Paris
From Hollywood to the hood I want ‘em all
Man I swear that I want them all
Wanna
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it
'Bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those
dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up
dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up
children could see I'm the shrine for the fucking blind
Vietnam mama ball her son know nuthin but raw
Whom tattoos the boy choose
I'm winnin by 4 steps
they are the best-er
There is no contestor so don't you diss me
Or I'll spread that you're a child molester
I'll put up some web pages
Drive people into
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