Lyrics:
Can tell by the way you walk
Now gone and Buss it open for me
I know you got that WAP
Turn around lemme see that thang drop
Nah ain't no WAP
Ima
before
If that don't make you comfortable
I'll drive you to your door
Baby, baby girl, you are a star
When you say you're walking far
You can hop in my
the second I was out that door
If it's him, let me know
If you're happy, I'll let you go
I can walk this road alone
I would walk this road alone for you
But I won't be the fool again
And I tell you now
I won't stay around
While you play around
So
So baby pack your lies and walk right out this door
to twenty-eight years in prison
He has thirty days, Kelly, to appeal that sentence, back to you
song
It'd be thick to spend a cent on
Iggy Azalea, real name is Kelly
So maybe you're jelly
That Machine Gun's taking the credit
Your space on radio
even know each other
Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
That's what the nines in the mattress for
Warlocks and witches come
a fact
All the girls love me that's a fact
When you see me in the movies
Say issa snack
All the niggas in the back
Ask how I do that
I got talent for days
walked out of
That's the perfect spot for our love
Right by the door I walked out of
Just to remind you of what you lost
Everytime you walk out that door
out, no way out
I said I'd be home because I
Don't wanna do that right now
I don't got time for that shit
I'ma kill you and you better
Hop in the casket
That's what I have toppers for
Open up Solomon doors
Surrounded by priests, scholars and moors
Say my name, dollars just pour
Not that fake paper money
But
her out, but I just want some sucky suck
My Glock a a minor, Gen 17, can't leave it round R. Kelly
Turn that nigga to a bowling ball, put holes all in
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
conscience comes into play (I gotta do this)
Alright, stop (Huh?)
Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
And try to get money out the drawer
lie I don't even much rap like this but fuck it I'm pissed R.Kelly
Gotta be pretty for you to get hit missionary I pull out and nut on her belly
Bitch
top then you go get stopped
My glock R Kelly
It seem like you ready
Alexander McQueen and Dior
I can rock that shit
But I put on this Tulones
Momma said
Yo dj hi-tek
Drop the motherfuckin' beat box dog
Bring that next-level shit
Uh, yo, for real
That's what I'm talking about
Check it out
You better go ahead with all of that
Baby, baby tough, turn around and walk right out the door
Cause I gave you too many chances
To fix our romance
on a show and I grew out my locks
Had cut out the pork
Yeah I gave it the chop
Lost me the weight by a lot
On the way up by the way that I plot
Thinking
believe me no cheating
I want you for sure
I been wallin been trippin
I'm missing what's missing your heart by my heart
But and an arrow to stick em
Walk
Fuss and fought 'bout, the shit I thought 'bout
You know whoever it ain't shit to talk 'bout (bitch)
Call you a bitch, then you just walk out
You
a record out
Still get money though that you can never doubt
Drip from the liquid I got 11 ounce
One day I'll pull up in a Tesla
Walk in the club with my
I ain't even got a record out
Still get money though that you can never doubt
Drip from the liquid I got 11 ounce
One day I'll pull up in a Tesla
Walk
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