Lyrics:
as the blind man finished
And was bent to put his guitar away.
The old man heard him and said, "Who are you?"
"I'm the kid you're gonna teach to play."
shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piiisssssss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get
I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly
airforce mans (Six)
Bitch I'm doing great, getting better by the day
If you're reading this it's too late
Stacking these racks
Speaking my facts
Moving
more pills and no more potion
No more being woken up
By the man dumping his shit, unloading his truck
I sleep no more
Absence of occupation isn't
God gave me this gift
And guess who I share it with
Guess what I glorify
Money and sex
I suspect I'd horrify
All who are close to me
Granny would
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
around the town bumpin' that CD from R.Kelly
Gettin' at them ghetto queens if you know what I mean
'cause it ain't nothin' like some lovin' dipped in
[Priest]I been watching you from Heaven, Kelly
You been so demanding
You need to read my word, son
And get some understanding
[R.] But I been busy with my
like a gorilla straight up out the damn wood
As I a kid man I used to play tug of war, now I grab chicks
By the hair and play rug a war. I'm a king baby
R. Kelly and HOV, coke or the dope, we got the best of the both worlds (both)
I throw it up like I'm gon' hurl (Dirt Gang)
Always on, but he don't
washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Boy Lucifer
I don't wanna like you, but I do at the same time
All the signs in plain sight, you know I'ma stay right
Right by your side when you wake
by the name of Joe
Said " To Coney Isle, dear let's go,"
Then Nelly Kelly would fret and pout,
And to him I heard her shout.
chorus
"Take me out
independent, can't touch me kids
Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did
(fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly
I'm the boss see the cross, hanging
he couldn't get very far
I'm sipping on some iced tea
Call me R. Kelly, cause I pee
Call me Shane Dawson, cause this dumbass cat's gay
Fuck you, Snow
And I don't act my age, I'm on a hype ting (Greaze)
On the dance floor we ain't hiding
Walk on water, man's gliding
Like R. Kelly, man's flying
Don
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
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
dead he's a man
But I be bustin, hustlin, niggas ain't trustin
I'm a soldier, that's why niggas ain't trustin
No bitch or no nigga, ho or no sucka
Fiend
watched you beat up this nigga on Kelly, shit i got the chills
My god man, i thought you was ill
Wanted to be just like you so i copped a Mazda just
[Priest]I been watching you from Heaven, Kelly
You been so demanding
You need to read my word, son
And get some understanding
[R.] But I been busy with my
headie (That way, that way)
Far from petty, gang slid on the L and got R, not Kelly (Woi, woi)
Swish or dunk on punks, man get real close, I don't know
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
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