Lyrics:
Ima call you my shawty, shawty
You gon make me lay hands on a nigga
There ain't nothing wrong with a little bump n grind
Cause you're mine, you're my
vibes... No Nick Saban brother I roll till I'm tide
Up at the crack of daylight, then just like R Kelly you bumping our grind
How you ppl want it huh? don't
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
horse geen manage maar een pony
Its getting hot in here geen Nelly
She wanna bump & grind R Kelly
Ze wilt rijden op die dick
13 rondes net een rally
Kom
at home on the road I see
My H-town girls still got a hold on me, that’s trill
Slow, Bump and grind, H-town
Won't you let em know
You a bad
rockstar
Breek de tent als R. Kelly
Ik moest overleven, ben ready
Kom van lange wegen, ben steady (Steady)
Op die hosselleven met drerries
Zeg mijn
And I'll be there in split time
Because girl I dont wanna waste time
I just wanna bump n grind
On that R.Kelly shit
On that Nelly shit
Swipe that kard quick
Aye look
Hellcat cold yeti
I'm rated R No Kelly
I'm out the trap like Freddy
We about the wap like Fetty
Watch your back before you play me
Don't
minutes
To bump and grind with it listen to R Kelly ok I'm kidding
He’s cancelled but we need a counsel
Fuck the council we can’t count on them we need
over there
Then pop, pop, pop, more round of bottles
Then pop, pop, pop, R. Kelly follows
Then shit here like hard to swallow
Only real niggas here
young, but you're ready (I know you're young, but you ready)
See, we can bump and grind like R. Kelly (we can bump and grind like R. Kelly)
Baby, we
one nigga!
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Ya biggest hit single is wit' R kelly
Well there's some questions I got here
Like how old was the girls he
Was
‘Ain't got no time for my innuendos
I don't mind if you make a dime baby
Bring it on home to mama
Bump ‘n' grind in your own time baby
Bring it on home
Ain't got no time for my innuendos
I don't mind if you make a dime baby
Bring it on home to mama
Bump n grind in your own time baby
Bring it on home
and a one pound rice
Oh what a life, now man jump in rides
Hot Gal jump inside, am no R. Kelly but they wanna bump n grind
Slow wine to an R and b song
Show
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
To turn my spirit into shattered glass
Matter of fact, it’s only by God’s grace that i haven’t snapped
Not playing Ne-Yo, definitely no Dwele
I rather bump
you a star we could just shine
Hop up in that bed we can bump and grind
Pick up yo legs I feel on yo thighs
Been waitin some time baby look in my
everything about me and
We made love for the first time
In the right way, in the perfect state of mind
It's a whole lot mo than your average bump 'n grind
You
. Kelly, bump -n- grind
Let me point you to the rich niggas, matter fact, take one of mine
And you better put some tax up on that pussy, cause you fine
Love
I need you too
Come over and get it off my mind
Round for round
We round and round
We getting out of line
I forget it all
When we bump and grind
what's your name? What's your number?
Cos baby I'm feeling the bumper
Just imagine that bump and grind
I'll make your body go
Left right left right
You can
I'm a, I'm a, I'm a)
[Verse 4: R. Kelly]
It's the remix
Now if you walk up in the club
With a bad chick
And she's looking at me
Then I'm gonna
Alaska skies
So for that it goes much deeper than these rhymes
Can't forget Quddus & Hannibal we gotta shine
We been down since before R. Kelly dropped
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