Lyrics:
Bliss when I blast off when I get
R Kelly style on these hoes
Shit on the chest Small
You don’t know the chest nut crack
I crack y’all ass and I crack
drop
But I'm engineering steady
Fucking up a fuse box
Know the night is young
Like R Kelly victim
Darkness is love
That goes steady missing
I know wassup
(Touch the sky)
I ain't R kelly but I believe I can fly
I believe I can (Touch the sky)
Tomorrow ain't promised, so
Whatever it brings
I'll spread out my
I'm pouring out this metaphorical 40
Taking time to acknowledge the things that weren't meant for me
Surely there are people in my life who aren't
to be like him
Yes I want to be like him
In a pristine High Sierra camp, a big ole' mess we found
Kelly led us after some fellows who'd left trash
R&B music meet hip hop
You haters thought that Kelly couldn't keep it hot
Even when I'm in your face, why'all see me not
Sportin' nothing but
Kelly'd me (Got damn) but imma be fine
Drinking Hennessy like it's water
Fucking on a bad bitch that's somebody's daughter
That drank keep me sane but I'm
Today's the day that I wrote this song,
Two years isn't that long.
Happy Birthday, Kelly.
September 1, 2005, Saturday..are driving by.
As we ate,
else's wife in fact
You didn't even look at me like that
Then it all just switched, over time
Step by step and you know what's next girl
I can't
music plus weed and hemmy does
I been around minneso' hoe so you know who and what we are,
A guaranteed pimp game ghetto super stars
They
Rainer in 1956 was, by all accounts, a huge story. In the song I speculated whether history could repeat itself to allow another person called Kelly
Who are you
Who are you
Who are you
Who
Who are you to tell me I’m alone
Who are you to tell me I’m alone
Who are you
Who are you
Who are you to tell
check
Disguised as business men
Said, "Who let in R Kelly's clique?"
Bringing crack rocks on the plane
I throw him down on the
Floor and start pounding
I
intentions baby, I ain't gotta lie
You can see right through me
You don't have to use your eyes
We can listen to that old Kelly
By the time we get done you are
Ooh, mmm
Yeah, uh, uh
Fat Joe and the R
That shit y'all
Breakin' shit down
Shake that, funky, funky, funky
Yeah
Sticky, icky, icky, yeah uh
I
Now switch tha position
To the one that u love
Ass up face down
Yes all the above
The way im drillin ya body
Call me the love doctor
Hands on ya
over a Dame
R Kelly's new celly, can't telly, who's this?
Judge a book by the keeper on the look of transcripts
(They killed my baby, oh god they
to his best friend Derrick bare-naked
Jig-a-jig-ji-ji-Janeane just turned sixteen and used a fake ID
To sneak in VIP to see R. Kelly, hee-hee-hee-hee
cause I be spitting my game so real
I'm Mike Jones (who), Mike Jones Jones
That's been a baller, before I even grabbed a microphone
Swishahouse,
on me)
'Cause I'm the playa all the hatas wanna be (Wanna be)
Chamillitary, yeah
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
Purple phantom, dip low
Blowin' out that
was just driving, living life, surviving
Just chilling, light up, who's steering
Got no fear, tomorrow's a new day
That's why we blaze, Mary got me in
and find ways to get by
While the know it alls roam the street, knowing they lie
I'm with the Scritti P O L I T T I
Tryin' to fly like R Kelly in the belly
like I'm the only one
Who sees the damage being done
Father's daughters, mother's sons
Think that cool is drugs and guns,
Just 'cause rappers think
about her past
Her ass be looking good inside the leggings
But I notice that she missing all her edges
I run the game just by running with the felons
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