Lyrics:
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Haha, okay then
Everybody, listen up
I'm goin' to hell
Who's comin' with me?
Somebody, please help him
I think my dad's
make me inject
Just being a wife or maybe a friend
That's maybe a sket
And I'ma do something I maybe regret
Later in life
But you know what's popping off
waiting for finally happened, I connected with the A&R of RCA records and I was asked to submit music for Kelly Clarkson's Christmas album. I had
can get pissed on like R. Kelly
My bitch thick like Keisha off Belly
If I give you this dick, don't squeal, no telling
Niggas stealing my drip like
conclusion
You the reason R. Kelly can't recognize that he's abusive
Man, shut the fuck up, we all know you still playin' his music
Said I'm tired
[ VERSE 1: Ganxta are?dd ]
Hit the gas, put on a ski mask, right when we pass...
(So what you think, are?dd?) smoke that ass
This ain't a game,
a girl by my side
Make her sing like Kelly Price
I'mma make her sing
like Kelly Price
Reaper Vibes
They know it's my time
My cousin on the gram
Goin' off,
your oldest son and your oldest brother let's do this
Verse 1:
You shouldn't judge this book by it's cover
Understand me more when you've read every
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
only gonna be a matter of time
'Till I believe in love devine
*CHORUS
JUSTIN
I wonder where you are right now
What your world is like
KELLY
I'm dyin'
not bring you home
I wait wait wait by the telephone
But you never call
Kelly Kapowski
What you doing without me
All the things I want to say
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Haha, okay then
Everybody, listen up
I'm goin' to hell
Who's comin' with me?
Somebody, please help him
I think my dad's
Yo R. Kelly
What you going to do with this mix, man
Yo man
I'm just going to keep it street
Yo R. Kelly
It's time to give the homies
but the victims can vary
Nicks in the Cannon show what this Mariah Carey
Keep a deadeye on me Brent Barry
.62 big body sing like R Kelly
You say you
I'll Shit on You, I'll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"
I don’t give a f’ck I say what I wanna
Nobody I say nobody
I say nobody
They try to put me out but I’m topping my game
Walk by the streets and they
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
don't know, I'm all night long
The DJ playing all the right songs
To the BM, REM's are Muy bien
It's R. Kelly, killer Cam'
Baby girl, can you
to the bridge
I work hard for mine, spending all my time
To give you what you need
So if you down with this funky flavor throw your hands up
And if you got
thing changed
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
I'm hood, I'm street
Still standin' in the middle of the beat (Mac!)
I'm a mack, I'm a thug
I'm a pimp I does all
She ah more than best
Point ogyegye me...
So we pulled up at the chella
Abubakar with the cheddar
Waakye over love
Be what we print for the shaddar
to sip from the jealous, play platinum pelous.
She made me look like a salad to are Kelly.
Can I walk by, without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me
got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly
And yes, he's so cool
Hey shawty (hey shawty)
What it do
He's mad 'cause I'm looking
you)
And don't worry what I spend (Let the freak come out of you)
[Chorus]
[R Kelly]
Get bent till the early morn (we goin')
Get high till
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