Lyrics:
bills shit
I'ma peel banana skids
While listenin' to R. Kelly's greatest hits
Yung Lean in the club
For some morphine (morphine)
Yung Lean up in the club
the boat load
Whole team, squad looking like a dojo
Throwing rocks at the jail fuck popo
Yelling free my nigga cholo
Are you plugged in by chance
Nigga
You can see it in my eyes
At the trap gettin' cake
But not here to blow pies
My bitch got an onion booty
Make your ass cry
Call the K R kelly, it can
Real hitman shoot in a tie
My chopper R Kelly believe he can fly
I let the rouger up like 4th of July
I’m taking royal pain, this ain’t Sky High
I
and the parcels
'cause all our homes and offices got
Stacks of mail last June, ow! Ha! Ha!
When it was my birthday anyway
We're all dead pleased by the way
You've
burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin train
You make my life a livin hell, the sun's out but it's dark
You're the devil, all
is... that's right sugar love
Come on...
[Chorus: Willie Cottrell]
Josephine, the times are getting tough
Seems to me... you just won't get enough
the tall ships come
For forty thousand years I've been
The first Australian
I came upon the prison ship
Bowed down by iron chains
I fought the land,
to make perfection cause my exit is loved
by people spending time to ride an ex-presidents nuts.
Racist fucks on the island with excuses that boil it
then
that
"The best thing you can do and be is you
This world ain't got but one
So give credit where it is due"
Ain't that the truth
And here you are
that
"The best thing you can do and be is you
This world ain't got but one
So give credit where it is due"
Ain't that the truth
And here you are
said we been dead
I beg your pardon
Accused of killing every show
May I beg your pardon
My Lyrics are heart packed
I can't be disheartened
Some niggas
possessions
So you will know just how I feel
I love your long hair
But you just don't care
So please help me fathom this
World without music
And by
I mean I swear to god that they not
What they claim that they are
Not at all now get em all out
All of the girls and the bitches
Who work in
at the station and they don't look friendly
Well, they don't look friendly, well they don't
Blind or crippled, sharp or dull
I'm reading the Bible by a forty-watt
okay?
You've been hit by, you done slept with a Smooth Criminal
Mane we bout' that action
That chopper gone piss on that boy R.Kelly
It's finna get messy
because the breeze is pregnant
with sweet fragrance?
larks dance in the open tunes
played by the clouds as they are
bringing along their own playing
(Kelly)
I can see it all so clear.
I have nothing left to fear.
With you by my side.
Ain't no need to hide.
(I can tell you anything)
Chorus:
I can't help
a pussy predator
But not for young girls
That's that R kelly fella
(Flashing) Here comes the paparazzi
Put 'em where the be 'fore they spot me
(Flashing)
to India leavin four successor states
By the Fifth century B.C., R.O.M.E.
succeeds to be the conqueror of Egypt and Greece
But had the threat of the Black
To take you back, where you belong
The manifestations
That you have selected
Are rotten and stink
I can smell your stench
All the way to the Hamptons
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
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)
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this!
Barely move, we've
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