Lyrics:
me sayin where the thots is I got bookoo[00:38.01]She bad so the bag she bring in be by the bookoo[00:41.72]It's crazy the hate my name bring in be by
22, wishing I could bring it back
And I wish I never let my mans hit the gas
But I’m grateful to The Lord for a second chance
[Hook]
Only 22, hey! I’m
babe ('cause I can do bad by my motherfuckin' self, you hear me?)
I'm still in love with you, babe (you and I, 'til the day we die)
I'm still in love
tell me can you bring it back
This the type of beat to make you bounce like rubber
That boy b frank yea he a bad motherfucker
Always talk cash cause I
on
Blew up on, got a lawsuit at home
It's a shark in the swimming pool
Bad news comin' through on them 22's
And I'm huntin' you out
Little kids got to run
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your
along with me
And soon we’ll be right there
Baby in New York
Wonderful big bad New York town
lifting you up
and brings you down again
Das Personal der
baby
And you better bring your whole crew
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up the club, baby
We just gon' fuck up the club, baby, fuck up
I never meant to give you mushrooms girl
I never meant to bring you to my world
Now you sitting in the corner crying
And now it's my fault, my
one right here is for that
Ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your scalp
What you wanna do
Yeah I made the news
Got couple bad bitches
I'ma bring em through
Yeah I'ma bring em through
Cause we party
Yeah we party
We acting
way bigger
Baby check yo man cause i seen him wid her
When she wanna come around I like cake for dinner
She wanna bring a friend in my 2-2 seater
Baby
I never meant to give you mushrooms girl
I never meant to bring you to my world
Now you sitting in the corner crying
And now it's my fault, my
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
Lyrically I always been a bad add expletive
JESUS road an ass I guess it's my turn to take a spin... hold my mule
As I phase you mogs out like R22 hold my
Intro
Rap by R.Kelly
(feat. R. Kelly, Fabolous)
[R. Kelly]
Y'all know what this is
so bob your heads, yeah
ladies it's your boyfriend
the vibes
We going sicko 22 upon the ride
Another level why these niggas trynna reach
At the peak you can't bring me low my g
Twenty-two
On the news
Send me
If you can't tell by now, I like guns
Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord
It's a gangsta party
Blow it in the air, baby
I want all the smoke
Bring it over here, baby
Got you on call, bang on this, babe
I'ma pull your card,
Hopping in a Lamb I don't give a damn
Take a couple shots having fun with my fam
Baby bring your friend it gon' be a long night
You both by my side
was fair trade/ then I read the label and it said it’s made by New Slaves //
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I’m a mixed up man, people ask what I am/ I’m captain
or die
Kill or be killed in the coupe so fly
Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy
Man the fully automatic .22 go by like damn
And they fly
a look at my life
Let's drop the top on my ride baby
Yo nigga ain't hittin' that right
Come roll with me for the night baby
Started at 22nd I'm from
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