Lyrics:
legs turned to jelly
What we do rated R I ain't talking bout Kelly
Wake up get this bread and then I hit my celly
Climbing up I think I see the light
or they wrist
Girls that be thick off in they thigh, I want to kick it in the Chi
They gon' be fuckin' with some Kelly and the Twist'
Baby now look,
beats, baby)
Great John on the beat, by the way
I don't care if it still stink, I'ma leave her alone
Even though she out here wishin' R. Kelly was
you to get some
Man I remember when I used to think
Maybe what I'm rapping for is just to have fun
Just to get by attention
So I can be like my idols
the cold knit sweater but
I know in time
Things are gone get better
I can here the chatty patty haters
Man they love to talk yeah
They don't know that hate
tongue-in-cheek
I'd yank my fuckin' teeth before I'd ever bite my tongue
I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once
And die and come back
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
I bang are Kelly or Aliyah
Gots to drop tha top real gently
I'm sippin on that jelly
I might just come through
Cause that boy be rockin steady
dirty money but T.R.A.P bumping in Suburban
Diamonds on my chains are finna splash
Splurging
Hopping in the whip with the bag, feel superb
Running up
mother Goose
And I don't be using flipping tongue twisters
But I still get better in time like the whispers
But older crews you see can't stay as loose
walk in
I'll have your lights out by the morning
I get the job done from early
Situation gets dirty
Dirty, fuck that, murky
Function one, are you dumb
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be -D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
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
no weapon formed against me will prosper (go hard)
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators (oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
You wanna front WHAT?? Jump up and get bucked
The original, Dirty Rotten's fuckin shit up
Empty your clip of lyrics, in your chest and gut
All punks
dirty chateau it's long and it's tall
Stick around we'll have a ball
You'll get stuck and before you know
You'll be dancing around you're feeling all
less time
Mr. President are you blind, you see what bill I was doing
Oh I get it, y'all trying to see who Jesse Jackson screwing
This one for my
less time
Mr. President are you blind, you see what bill I was doing
Oh I get it, y'all trying to see who Jesse Jackson screwing
This one for my
no Mister Stokes I don't like misters no
Don't tell R. Kelly where my sister goes
You little niggas better check my French
You getting money
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