Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
I'll Stand By You
Thomas Kelly Christine Hynde Billy Steinberg
Performed by Limberlost
Produced by Timothy Eaton
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears
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,
THE ROARING TWENTIES
Words & Music by Dominic T. Kelly
This is your time
These are the moments
In the sun, my love
These are the days
Your starry
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
You wanna hold me down
But I am not the type you are used to baby
You could say I've been around
But you and all yah friends run the town so late
I
know what I am
Where have those days run off to?
Are they under my bed?
Are they hiding in my shed?
Are they in my cookie box?
Have they ever taken
Sole, dose one, alias, and pedestrian:
Cookie jar jaws 2 the sequel, the lawn holes,
Cookie jar jaws 2 the sequel, the lawn holes back, like hold
triggas, fuck up all y'all niggas
Cause I'm so fuckin T-R-U, representin I thought you knew
Cause killas killas killas
That's all I be around, nigga fuckin
to the blessings that he granted you"
Waitin' by this phone
Better days are comin', I know
You've been gone so long
But one day you'll be home again
Just
R. Kelly and HOV, coke or the dope, we got the best of the both worlds (both)
I throw it up like I'm gon' hurl (Dirt Gang)
Always on, but he don't
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
and it's heavy
Tell you in pieces 'cause it's way too heavy
My diamonds, the choker is heavy
More life to give on demand, are you ready?
Who keep 'em
[Chorus]
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
Pink cookies in a plastic bag, getting crushed by buildings
I'll take 30
love with everybody's girl.
Look at Brenda there with Luke,
She's giving him the boot,
Ah, but Kelly's standing by.
Aw, and here comes my man Tom,
Ask
Kelly mountain road
Saw a heavy load
With a sagging heart
And a break apart
Voices in me
Stood as thick as thieves
With no sympathy
For
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