Lyrics:
R. Kelly, yeah, they pissed
But not for real
Can't let no nigga take me off this earth
But not for real
But still put a nigga on a shirt
They say you
664, came up real slow, put a good game on me
Told him, "Partner, don't get too close or come too bold"
'Cause the quick ain't for me
Got my girls all
[Sparkle]+(R.Kelly)
If the shoe fits, wear it boy (Yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea)
If the shoe fits, wear it boy (Yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea)
[R.Kelly
[Sparkle]+(R.Kelly)
If the shoe fits, wear it boy (Yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea)
If the shoe fits, wear it boy (Yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea)
[R.Kelly
Bitch I Put It Down
Bitch I Put It Down
On this block with a Glock
Bitch I Put It Down
Ain't no fakes up in my circle
They don't come around
It Get
And who put that car in my name?
What, you think I'ma kiss yo' ass?
Nah, nigga, you fuckin' lame
You know what? Fuck you, bitch (fuck you, nigga)
Nah,
Chorus
I swear I can't stand them but that's standard
My clothes and my shoes are outstanding nothing on me ever looks standard
This right hands
that sells valuables to me
I try by all means to put a smile on my face
Y'all think I'm happy
Y'all think I sleep joyfully
No, it's actually the opposite
550 what I'm bangin'
I nicknamed the chop R Kelly how it's sangin'
Bitch I'm feeling like No Cap, I'm protected by ghetto angels
Long range just give me
world but never been to Florida
They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
on the way man I swear we gone blow
Just running up Jacksons li nigga I ain't talking bout Bo
Diamonds like piss, nigga R Kelly
Money real tall real tall,
and teasin'
I'll just catch up on my reading
Push up on work
Button down shirt
Bad ass mother fuckin' cool jerk
Honey, honey see me
Behind my Game Boy
[R. Kelly - talking] (*continues behind Chorus*)
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
all get into somethin'
The Dogg is fresh, Southside without a vest
Nothin' on my chest but these ladies up out the Midwest
I must confess that in
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
be hitting switches
Calling 2Pac daddy
It ain't my fault that she's sprung on me
And ain't it fun I make her cum
Put her tongue on me
That's
New Music
Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea
Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea
Designer my
body sittin' on them gleamy things
Now Rockland niggas know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B Thug and it sings to king
Got PJ niggas in caprime green
these draws, you be like Kelly he the boss.
He the man, oh my god, he's the pussy champion.
Babygirl I hope you ready cause I'm about to put it down.
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the strap
"Royce is an old head, stuck in the past"
Well then sign me up for a time warp, my bags are all packed
For a time that's much better without Kevin
the same color as Cam's shirt
My hand hurt, I'll smack Jin silly
Then put him on the Freeway like that cat from Philly
I'm hot with a deal, and you don't
on my cock if you don't love everyone
White people can tuck their shirts into their shorts
They need Jews to fill their tax forms
Eskimos are best
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
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