Lyrics:
ain't no pushin' me, bro might put you on a tee
Dot my eyes and cross my T's, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't
the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in
the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies
Put in work, put in work
Put in
clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley by the by-pass
You might just see me scratching all these things
beat
Pissing people off, R kelly
Girl you're a cannibal
You got babies in your belly
I don't like potheads cause
You niggas so smelly
I be smoking
just put one in her bed
I might piss on her mouth like R. Kelly
I fuck her and leave her, that's why these hoes toxic and messy
I fucked another one,
So you messin with the kids
Know the flows so legit
And forget about the paper cause we broke as shit
Well, enough to get by
Enough for some food
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
when
I got back it was this chicken
Special that Coach and LL make
Shit was great! Also made my own
Rice and noodles with it and
Put it on a tortilla
six-four, came up real slow, put a good game on me
Told him: 'Partner, don't get too close so comfortable
Cause the quick ain't for me
Got my girls all
she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical
Bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window
[R. Kelly]:
You asked for me
So whatcha want to see me for
[Cassandra]:
I want to show you something
[R. Kelly]:
Oh yeah and what's that
at? (where you at?)
Where you at? (where you at?)
All my bitches makin' money
Where you at?
My cherry red shirt and my Anaheim fitted (in my)
My
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
the mismatch shirt (uh uh)
Baby girl put in work (uh huh)
Cookies and cream yessir (uh huh)
Up in the cut, bad bitch bubble butts
Finished her off with my mean
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
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
okay with me
I'll do my steps all by myself
I don't need nobody to play with me
But if you just give me a chance
I can put you in a trance the way I
and my bars
Are so lyrically surgical, very unmerciful
What I did is so irreversible
Keep to myself so incontrovertible
Put myself in the game
Cause I'm
can go b**** for b****, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While
young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings
[Hook: R. Kelly]
Meeting Michelle at the hotel
While Jay and Tone on the way
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this
My boy Roc, can you
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