Lyrics:
Feel like Melly Yeah, I'm up behind them bars, Yeah, I'm in
My celly Yeah, yo, man, he's fuckin' on the Minors
Might be Robert Kelly, yeah, finish
Enthused by reefer
Foamy boi
I use Popin Cookin
I don't fucking use unless i gotta
Pop in, cooking, yuh
Bakeypoo
Snooze into a lemon poppy cookie
Aye,
cookie dough
I'm a fat ass, lemme eat a taquito
illuminati, you shaped Dorito
I’m pushing the petal, no pedal, no pedo
I know the bitch like a bird, move
You can see it in my eyes
At the trap gettin' cake
But not here to blow pies
My bitch got an onion booty
Make your ass cry
Call the K R kelly, it can
Real hitman shoot in a tie
My chopper R Kelly believe he can fly
I let the rouger up like 4th of July
I’m taking royal pain, this ain’t Sky High
I
on they're chin
Take a puff from my hamp then bounce
I'm on a mission for scrilla, vanilla slugs by my zipper
Playa haters trippin' off ho's it seems that
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
the tall ships come
For forty thousand years I've been
The first Australian
I came upon the prison ship
Bowed down by iron chains
I fought the land,
The act of makin love...is...
[REFRAIN]
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by buildings
pink cookies in a plastic bag, gettin crushed by
but i got shit to do
and I got bricks to move (okay)
but y'all are playin for 4 mil
you can get for 2 nigga
and try to play me dude
and I'm gone put yo
okay?
You've been hit by, you done slept with a Smooth Criminal
Mane we bout' that action
That chopper gone piss on that boy R.Kelly
It's finna get messy
(Kelly)
I can see it all so clear.
I have nothing left to fear.
With you by my side.
Ain't no need to hide.
(I can tell you anything)
Chorus:
I can't help
a pussy predator
But not for young girls
That's that R kelly fella
(Flashing) Here comes the paparazzi
Put 'em where the be 'fore they spot me
(Flashing)
Doctorin'
We're doctorin' the house
Doctorin'
So clap your hands to what he's doin'
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Hey,
Doctorin'
We're doctorin' the house
Doctorin'
So clap your hands to what he's doin'
Woah, yeah, woah, yeah
Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?
Hey,
citizens are intelligent
Reading out testament are we tested men
By the whole father holy father
Be a better man clean the blood stains
Order the number
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this!
Barely move, we've
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this!
Barely move, we've
are you the one I was waiting for?
Feeling so lucky, have you by my side is a blessing from Lord.
Girl when I need you you’re always there for me
Even
the tall ships come
For forty thousand years I've been
The first Australian
I came upon the prison ship
Bowed down by iron chains
I fought the land,
Journey of a thousand miles
One step, right leg
Next step, left leg
Bit by bit we are getting there
Even for sleep I dey chase moolah
Big bags, big
Let's get, I can't wait to trick man
It's gonna be so sweet
Still like, "Can you hit it with your OVO goose on?"
I'm like, "What are you on?"
Told
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
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