Lyrics:
the hell is over there
Then pop, pop, pop, go a round of bottles
Then pop, pop, pop, R. Kelly follows
This shit here like hard to swallow
Only real niggas
[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
Neva sipped on cris much as this
Neva been to an island like this
Make one wish and I'll give you all this
[R Kelly:]
You ain't neva had a playa
[R. Kelly:]
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh (Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon (Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)
[Mario:]
And Mario
[R. Kelly:]
This is for the Chocolate girls
Little bitches like R Kelly
I'm the reason all of these niggas looking scary
All my niggas we gone leave this life daily
I want a bitch from San Diego
He said R Kelly is here too, so watch what you do
Because if your misbehaving i'll have him pee on you
I heard in the corner
"You like my footlong"
I
I'm still on your mind
Do you, do you
Toss and turn in your sleep
Dreaming of me
It's been a long time comin'
I know I'm still on your mind
You are
yelling, "Woo"
So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
With your corny lines (Slim you're old)
Ow, Kelly, ooh, but I'm 45 and I'm still
Uncle R.Kelly
Touchin on her belly
Whispers in her ear
"Baby girl, no tellin"
Can't let the family know
That he Touchin on our children
We put
stank face shit not smelly
They just mad I see myself in a heli
I'ma piss in that bitch face no R. Kelly
She let me do whatever she be ready
I just walk
some Christian Loub’s on my bitch feet, Jesus Christ
Singing R. Kelly to my woman, think she fed up
Nah I aint trippin she gon have to keep her head up
I
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyonce, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this
My boy Roc, can you
Piss on your bitch that R Kelly shit
I'm on mount everest sippin' on medicine
Call me what you want but you can't call me broke
Pull up with that
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this
My boy Roc, can you
Baby give it to me girl you drive me crazy
Make me want to tell somebody
Baby when we touchin' baby keep it private
We ain't gotta tell nobody
You
[R. Kelly - talking (continues behind Chorus)]
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in the club
Piss on your bitch that R Kelly shit
I'm on Mount Everest sippin' on medicine
Call me what you want but you can't call me broke
Pull up with that
when they jump your route
Social media for clout
With the bears waiting upstream
You chumps are the trout
Dreams of touchin' the sun
They said I can't
[R. Kelly - talking] (*continues behind Chorus*)
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
Roll, cheah, cheah
[Chorus]
You can catch me in
puttin' they hands on these bums
I don't be touchin' 'em (Nope)
I don't know wherе they pussy been
I don't be fuckin' 'em (Goofy)
Bitchеs call me boss
You
Today's the day that I wrote this song,
Two years isn't that long.
Happy Birthday, Kelly.
September 1, 2005, Saturday..are driving by.
As we ate,
flavor's really better than chocolate
I got that one-of-a-kind, one-of-a-kind, one-of-a-kind
That R. Kelly shit that make you wanna bump and grind
I really
Metallica, than R Kelly’s 12 play
Forget love, I got an album to write
But this African’s reminding me I wanted a wife
And I’m not trying to be a cynic
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