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Sex/Sex (Birds and Bees) (Telex) · Sex Is Sex (Skrapyard) · Sex Is Sex (Skrapyard) · Sex Is Sex (Skrapyard) · Classic Gene Kelly Movies (Gene Kelly) · Songs from "Pete Kelly's Blues" (Ella Fitzgerald) · Ms. Kelly [Deluxe Edition] (Kelly Rowland) · A Proper Introduction to Wynton Kelly: First Session (Wynton Kelly) · Jus' Kelly Boy (Kelly de Lima) · Muddy Waters Live (At Mr. Kelly's) (Muddy Waters) – and 90 other albums »


can hear the traffic sigh
Throw away those keys
Start walking, watch those
Tiny things go by

Accidently kelly street
Where friends and strangers
the Gay Rapper ever fuck are you Paul two balls?
Who you want to sex, where you want to sex
And when it comes to talkin bi-sex, I'm the muthafuckin best
[Chorus: R. Kelly]
Baby don't you want to leave this V.I.P 
And finish off this party in my hotel suite
Girl just follow me because I got room
[R. Kelly]
Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
Hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom

[Repeat: x2]
What are we doing tonight baby?
'Bout
In Da Club Lyrics


[R. Kelly]
Hey, hey, boom boom boom, hey hey, boom boom boom
Hey hey, boom boom boom, hey hey, boom boom boom

What are we doing
everyone, bitch, bring everything
Swing like a mandolin, this ain't a sex toy
This ain't Spanish fly, this hot shit
Push the dagger in the devil's eye
And undress you
Baby girl no doubt I wanna sex you
Girl guarantee I'll impress you
Have your body goin' ooh aw
Kelly don't stop
Baby girl come with me
I
Neva sipped on cris much as this
Neva been to an island like this
Make one wish and I'll give you all this

[R Kelly:]
You ain't neva had a playa
2012 

Now they be telling me that these are the last days 
Are we really that close to Armageddon 
If living on the planet 'till this point has been
The pervert keeps his distance
But his angels, his angels move in close

It intoxicates the Spaceman, watching how we thrill ourselves
Not by sex but by
[R. Kelly]
Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
Hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom

[Repeat: x2]
What are we doing tonight baby?
'Bout
[R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus)]
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in the club
[R. Kelly - talking] (*continues behind Chorus*)
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah

[Chorus]
You can catch me in
When I ask you what you want, you say do whatever
Baby, hands down, your sex feels so good
Staring in the mirror, checking out how that a** look
Up, up,
When I ask you what you want, you say do whatever
Baby, hands down, your sex feels so good
Staring in the mirror, checking out how that ass look
Up, up,
goin? to the club
No hangin? with my girls
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
R.Kelly got a show but I can't go
I'm chillin? with ma nigga tonight
nobody else
You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass
You remind me of this thing something like
R.Kelly singing 'bout a jeep
Boy, you're everything to me
Ionospheric splendour ignites the northern skies 
Unseen by jaded eyes 
Preferring more an insect's view of mundane, grindstone lives 
This planet
Hammers of our destinies
Smash us like collisions of planets
Fragile legs march to chaotic distance
Inching towards the end of our love as we know
on my naked skin
The motherfuckers screwing on me
Insect sex
No
I won't move
As my ears are laden with eggs
Close my eyes
And dream of being back in
Did you ever have sex with a box of Kleenex? 

Did you like the movie Malcolm X? 
Or do you own a record by Stryper? 
Do you have a Mongoloid cousin
lyric is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly
But then they fall off, dusted
Gettin' freaky in the club

That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
[R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus)]
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in the club
The grave robber's work is never done,
It's up all night and sleep all day,
The hours are shit with hell to pay.
Pockets are brimming from our