Lyrics:
but my wrist said freeze
Got Friday on a DVD
She's a baller and I'm a baller
Wha-what?
[Chorus]
To all my hot girls
Livin' fiesta
To all my hot
showing live
Soon as I get a buzz I'm showing out
House on top of the hill
Counting what?
Whose gonna buy the bar?
Got enough
Take the haters
(Touch the sky)
I ain't R kelly but I believe I can fly
I believe I can (Touch the sky)
Tomorrow ain't promised, so
Whatever it brings
I'll spread out my
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
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
Message well, eh, what we like to hear most
Is one of our songs, you know
Taking shape in
A recording studio, ah, one of the ones
What John and I have
Hey BossHoss, can we go thrift shopping?
What, what, what, what, what, what, what
Bada, badada, badada, bada
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty
multiple swords in the faith I believe
I think about Robert Kelly
If he weren't molested, I wonder if life'll fail him
I wonder if Oprah found closure
off, but I know
Anything's possible, though I'm not gonna top what I sold
I'm at the top of my game, that shit is not gonna change
Long as I got Dr.
got records to sell you over here
lookin' in the mirror what this
mirror doin' for you?
Who ever's in that closet better get up
out of there I
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
up to the club like, "what up I got a big cock!"
I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop
Ice on the fringe, it's so dang frosty
That
Rockland what the fuck what
Fat Joe, R. Kelly we pop up
Uh, uh, Rockland, Terror Squad what the fuck what
Some of these kids is doin' they own thing
But
I'm embellishing
The thrill of me constantly reveling
I gotta pokerface no tell it seems
I'm always pissed like R Kelly's sheets
Intelligence gonna put
I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
percent of adults
Commonly believed to only affect boys
Because they are perceived as rowdy and rambunctious
One time for them prayin' on my downfall
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
I need it all the time, don't know what else to say
It's always on my mind, that's why every day
I'm blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK, blowing KK
the one's who is hating me
I got em running cause they all afraid of me
I'm never losing hoe
What are you proving tho?
Talking down to me, then it is your
some little kids
Balenciaga did some weird shit with some little kids (aw)
R Kelly put an album out admittin' what he did (aw)
Nobody care, he got
'm feelin' an attraction
Are you lookin' for distraction?
Well you found it here in me
Kelly:
Tall, short, dark, blonde
Who's the right decision?
Boy I need
by taking the risks
I made sure we brought that suttin'
You man are on thin ice with all that ducking
Lord almighty, I check the scoreboard nightly
Uh (DMX, Sisqó)
Yo, what these bitches want from a nigga?
Dru Hill, you know what I'm sayin'?
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Hmm (Ruff
Let's get, I can't wait to trick man
It's gonna be so sweet
Still like, "Can you hit it with your OVO goose on?"
I'm like, "What are you on?"
Told
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