Lyrics:
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
compton is my city
Run up in they shit snatching hoes, like baby are you with me
Kid F, hit ya friend next, fuck her boyfriend
Bet that nigga get his chin
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
even front
And as they get closer in deeper inspection
He sees that it's Kiera, her brother and his bunch
Kiera sees his face and her body starts
to myself, Elizabeth, how are you going to keep your head above water? How are you going to survive? How are you going to get out of this mess?
The only skill
days
And you don't know how or why, but you've lost your way
Have no fear when your tears are fallin'
I will hear your spirit callin'
And I swear I'll be
a normal mortal and I son that
Make a father wish he had his son back
Black force energy, my tyranny is synergy
Your sympathy is killin' me
It's time to take
a letter, to your first love
I stay hot under the sun, you better get under this gun
When I buss, like I came all over her damn tongue
Hold up, it's young
over petty shit
A nigga'll get you killed 'cause
You fucked his bitch
Niggas'll talk behind your back like a bitch
Most niggas don't even be
Realer than
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
the 15 den call it R Kelly
45 call her dark skin like Keisha from belly
Bitch think that I'm cheating like Jody den smell me!
Post office bitch pregnant I
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas
Hen rock the shots of the liquor
Hmmm, it makes me cum quicker
Rub it on your belly like jelly, R.Kelly
You
with bitches like a cruise ship
Bullets through side of his head like a Q Tip
Do a drive-by in your hoe whip
But I could never ever fuck a broke bitch
AK
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
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
I'm the coldest
Chics around me catch chills 'cause I'm frozen
R&B queen top gun and I'm loaded
Everything you here in your jeep I wrote it
If it
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas
then rock the shots of liquor
they make me cum quicker
rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly
you think you
wouldn't catch a body if it fainted
Probably let it fall and hit the pavement
But you'd be the first lobbyin' to claim it
Bitch, stop bein' a lame
Your
like me
Stack it like me
Would'nt like me
Ask Kelly his orignal plan to get us large on that map by making you clap your
hands
Damns you bizotch
I'm not
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
shit
I be on til infinity
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
'Cause chances are I've outdone you
And most of my so called enemies
Spit your
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,
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