Lyrics:
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
like Logan
These niggas know my head back good and
I can leave your head back open
Them man are snakes, man are cobras
Interview rooms like their singing
At 9 am every morning I flip on
The TV to see what celebrities are on talk shows
I flip on Live with Regis and Kelly
Man that's quality TV.
Good
a bag of money
If that's the case bitch then you're
A big sack of pennies
My niggas make it rain
I'm dancing in the rain gene Kelly
And every box they
the Dude
On the way to the telly, we was bumpin' R. Kelly
And right before I cut her, it was confessions from Usher
She ain't used to a thug, she love
still better than your new shit
(Sick sell, man!) Thanks man, I'm a savage with new fucking tools
Grab my prey by the teeth, heat it 'fore I eat it
Bear
say what you want, that's what it is
All I know is that the thoia thoing man its the sh*t
Afro's, cornrow's, hair weave's you gotta love it
White,
Weed And I'm A Blow It Up
[Verse 1: R. Kelly]
To All My Real Live Niggaz Wats Happenin
Its Kells I'm Bout To Get Shit Crackin
Much Love To All
know proper etiquette in the booth
Hey 'are you is divine
Pure like sunshine, just one rhyme
Four by four, eight by eight
Twenty by twenty bars, I
flavor's really better than chocolate
I got that one-of-a-kind, one-of-a-kind, one-of-a-kind
That R. Kelly shit that make you wanna bump and grind
I really
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
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
And you ain't got to tell me man, I know they hate us
Tippin' money like I know the waiter
Mommy text me, I got no behavior
I had to skip
I look like I'm R-Dash, goddess, fun fact
Kin Karkat, turn your crib into a car crash
Cark PFP lookalike, with the dark bags
Didact, turn a man into
Rord
Kelly the bad Kelly the bad man
Onwero
Woh
See
I’m doing my thug shit
And nobobody can stop it
All homies are rich bandits
Expensive car they
Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit y'all
Breakin' shit down
Shake that, funky, funky, funky
Yeah
Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh
I
Rord
Kelly the bad Kelly Kelly
Mtcheeew
I’m going crazy
Ka mnoro onwem
Woh
Pow pow pow pow pow
Mebe ofumaaa
Yeah
Onye mgbawa obi
Stop keeping me
I'd be the man one day
Knew I'd be the, knew I'd be the man one day (booya)
VIP with a flock of Kelly Bundy's
All callin' me daddy like my son say
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets (piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine
Nelly Nelly
Im slammin' that ass
Kelly Kelly
Problem be
You speak to me
Ask who you be
Man I don't know
Problem go
Away you chose
Gon' end up in some
on the way man I swear we gone blow
Just running up Jacksons li nigga I ain't talking bout Bo
Diamonds like piss, nigga R Kelly
Money real tall real tall,
Norton, all this swag can't fit on telly
I skrrt around in my big Pirellis
Them man are actors, I should give them Emmys
The man are washed, hang them
Man in the mirror who else you think it is
What?
You look at me every mornin'
Man in the mirror Oh god I know I'm tired now
I'm 'bout
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