Lyrics:
did so many things wrong, but
I don't believe you
I, I love you, I really do
Can you take me back, please?
Take me back
I love you, I want you
just want to be alone
Kiss my lips and
Stay here for the summer
I can go all night just
Don't fucking cough
Moved out of your place
Just so I can be
I want them 20s 50s and them 100s
I get them racks in by the bundle
Hit from the back I'm knocking down her frontal
I swear it ain't fair getting
such a problem
I just want to live a life
That only involve the numbers, yeah
Can you really blame me for getting these G's
See what I can't
not bring you home
I wait wait wait by the telephone
But you never call
Kelly Kapowski
What you doing without me
All the things I want to say
Dick long
Heh
Turn it up bitch, betcha gonna like this song
You don't look like R-kelly but you always stay pissed off
I don't get money like that
on crack rock
I got the key to her throat, open the jaw lock
I'm gassed up like I just went through a pit stop
Writers block, just like R-Kelly, I'm pissed
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyonce, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this
My boy Roc, can you
tell that to all the pedophiles
You touch my lil girl bullets be in the rootCanal
And I got a message to all you R-Kelly niggas
Yeah this the undertaker
tell that to all the pedophiles
You touch my lil girl bullets be in the rootCanal
And I got a message to all you R-Kelly niggas
Yeah this the undertaker
think we are all gonna fit in there (I disagree)
I meant let's go have a beer together (Oh)
We should try it (Let's see some money)
Uh its the end
your hands up
And if R Kelly's record is sharp let me see your hands up
And if your body swing to the track throw your hands up
And if you want some more
I want to tell you all a story 'bout a Harper Valley widowed wife
Who had a teenage daughter who attended Harper Valley Junior High
Well her
of your life
But chances are we won't be talking by the end of tonight
God I'm a fuck up man why do I do this
I could end it all now this pipe in my right
brakes, nigga umma grind
Town to town and I'm making my rounds
R. Kelly, nigga bump and grind ooh
Kash, made the beat so you know umma ride
Umma hustler
calling me Betty
Yeah i'm focused
Only worried bout fetti
Want sum bread
Like I own me a deli
Y'all trapped in the closet
Ain't talking R. Kelly
Eating up
BITCH!)
We on some shit boy/
[Verse 1: Tarek]
Heard a knock knock on the door, glock cocked by the floor/
Pop shots if it’s war, blocks hot like a whore/
Ladies and gentlemen, Kelly's back
Told y'all I was gonna bump like this
Y'all didn't think that I could bump like this
Said, I told y'all I was
Doesn't matter cos it's hard
Get that shit outta my face
You kids are a fucking disgrace
Stupidity written all over your face
Look now Picasso's turning in
Yeah this joint right here is dedicated to
All the Machine Gun Kelly
MGK haters out there we call this one
"International Haters Anthem"
I cordially
the fact is you really can't rap none
My battle tactics are strictly psychosomatic
Got a drastic habit making every rap I spit Jurassic
Its Fantastic
Half
Those are facts so I don't wanna hear
All this big money shit like
You be hustlin' matter of fact
You say one thing I don't like tonight
I'ma be petty
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
really shouldn't have to sign paper to dominate the
Game y'all praise on hand and knee, just waited till it came to me
I just kept it real with y'all
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