Lyrics:
Cripalette got love for die-'Rus
A hoe ain't shit
Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch
Cause they would fuck a Slob
And come suck a Crip dick
I can't trust the hoe well,
Cripalette got love for die-'Rus
A hoe ain't shit
Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch
Cause they would fuck a Slob
And come suck a Crip dick
I can't trust the hoe well,
one
'Cause it's like you're my mirror
My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me
You are you are the love of my life
You are you are the love
alike do meet
I'll reach for hope I'm scared to find
I'll yearn for love from time gone by
And just down from James Street
My hymns are on a different
how your love can do what no one else can.
Got me looking so crazy right now, your love's
Got me looking so crazy right now (in love)
Got me
[R.Kelly]
Whoo, Kel, Chris,
And clubbing on some smooth shh
[Ludacris]
Ludacris can't hide or deny that I wanna get you down to them Vickie
my ass smile
R. Kelly got beat up in jail, good for that pedophile
I'ma miss Donald Trump, can't front, he was funny
Obama gave us trap phones,
are living proof
You love on me initially
And the truth shall set me free
Your ways are definitely not my ways
Saved by your grace
Holding me in your
planet I'm on? (Yeah)
Um, I'm on Venus givin' aliens penis (Uh-huh)
Juice WRLD, Makaveli, I mean it (Uh-huh)
Diamonds R. Kelly, wrist get to peein'
gone fuck yo best friend
What you think that diamond necklace for
Why you looking puzzled baby
You know how the game go
You was popping pussy
But with
on check she go to say good-luck
She gonna be mine got here on time I'm reaching for that belly
She look so fine I bump and grind but I'm no R Kelly
I saw I
independent, can't touch me kids
Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did
(fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly
I'm the boss see the cross, hanging
got love for you
Sauce dripping dropping whata dew
Crushin on Em wat I love to do
Crushin on Em wat I love to do
I don't really know wat to do
Spend
for no snaps.
[R.Kelly: ]
This ghetto world is one big battlefield
That's why we get rich and move to them hills
Everywhere we go the haters
Kelly was a blackjack dealer living on the Gulf of Mexico
Kelly had a taste for guns and pills; he was looking for a mark to roll
Sarah was a Kappa
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
dreams
I'll keep missing our happy days
Reality
You will find
What you're looking for in me
Because there are many
Love songs that lost their meanings
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
You start to smile grab my hand now I'm beginning to stare
We steady rolling just some kids but there's love in the air
Let's make this moment last
a gangsta
[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]
I'm lookin' for them gangsta girls, not them fake ass Wanksta girls
Just them ghetto fabulous girls, gotta keep 'em in my
you bitches shady like R Kelly
I'm a high end rapper I'm gifted
You better not look away don't wanna miss this
Bitches they see me put on their
Pillars of joy can be found
Through the thought of you
I'll be troubled and bustled and
Scorned for your love
Canei Finch on the beat
Turn
looking for
"I don't know what there is
To really talk about
" she says "I'm being serious i just see
The video as being a normal video"
We are winding
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