Lyrics:
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she's got sores on her beef curtain
The sores are spreading down her legs
They look like some scrambled eggs
she's got pus running down to her
get heavy on the Henny
After this, I'm linking Bethany and Kelly, uh
All these brothers say they got me
They don't get me, no one stop me
So don't
clothes medicine
Wielding out the smokestack factory trained to capture in the zoo's ghost predators
Food clothes medicine
I think I'd funk a bunk colony
grave like R. Kelly (You a felon)
Your boy on the news watch the tele (Yuh yuh watch that shit)
I be hittin' milestones till' my tombstone
Still in my
Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R
hot and sour
R. Kelly shit, no golden showers
Bitches on my dick call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
Call me Austin Powers
In life it's Seven Deadly Sins, so I pray for Redemption
Locked in like R. Kelly, but this pot is not for pissin
Santa just sent me some mail, he
Sunsets in cali
By the way she looking at me
She must that girl from the valley
She came up to me and she grabbed me she told me
That i was too late
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
her out, but I just want some sucky suck
My Glock a a minor, Gen 17, can't leave it round R. Kelly
Turn that nigga to a bowling ball, put holes all in
I'm pouring out this metaphorical 40
Taking time to acknowledge the things that weren't meant for me
Surely there are people in my life who aren't
stomach hurt
Bad bitch R. Kelly I'm making her flirt
And that bitch so stupid she get on my nerves
And I feel like this night is gon' end in a hearse
But I
Mike moon walked
R Kelly tried to fly
Keem had a dream
Fucked around believed lies
Bitch told me that she love me, and that's the biggest one
19
I tried to write a rap song
It didn't take me that long
'Cause I rushed it
So the words are shit and the tune
Will get right on your tit's
My rhymes
rappin ain’t new, nigga I’m sick like the flu, nigga god bless me achoo!, these lyrics are hot like fondu, since I was a youngin ain’t ask you for nothing,
chick said that
I pulled on her hair too. It's kellys, listen up all women
I sweat weaves out, you should call me Richard Simons,
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
Motherfucker, you'd better break yourself
My skin is my sin, look at my complexion
Section 8, erection great
Balls like Ru Paul and a big fat
Woah, uh
You ready Kelly? Woah
Pick up the guitar
Let’s go
You’re everything that a friend should be
Oh my God, my friends are free
I keep them by
my eye and let you know I got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what u say
He's so fly
And he's so coo
Hey shawty (Hey shawty)
What it do
He mad
with complications
Too in to be losin' money, too old to be time wastin'
Man, people that don't even listen to rap still buy my tape
Only Beats By
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
you get like beyonce' and do the booty hop
Thoia thoing inspired by juice and hypnotic
It's like a virus and the whole world's got it
I had her
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
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