Lyrics:
a superstar, yes, that's what you are, you know it
Come on, vogue
Let your body move to the music
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with
a superstar, yes, that's what you are, you know it
Come on, vogue
Let your body move to the music
Hey, hey, hey
Come on, vogue
Let your body go with
grave like R. Kelly (You a felon)
Your boy on the news watch the tele (Yuh yuh watch that shit)
I be hittin' milestones till' my tombstone
Still in my
know I been missing your calls
Your perfect body without any flaws
I miss every particle of your being but you're being unfair
Can't you believe?
wouldn't catch a body if it fainted
Probably let it fall and hit the pavement
But you'd be the first lobbyin' to claim it
Bitch, stop bein' a lame
Your
[Announcer]
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome for your half time viewing pleasure from Kansas city, Missouri
The strange league drill team!
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
of the Rosé
Private level floor in every set and we go stand
Turn me to a Prada, Gucci, Fendi and Dolce
Yeah, you in your slickest body
I laid the floor
here thuggin
niggas better duck
Bullets, coming fast like lightning
Boy, you outta luck
I'm a real G
From that N.O, get your bodies up
Laid back with
Watch
Watch
Y'all niggas overdoin' it
You gotta slow that shit down
Take your time, reevaluate your shit, it don't matter (watch)
Niggas ain't
like R Kelly
Got the Fendi an Prada the Dolce an Gabbana
Cant fuck wit these niggas or these bitches causin drama
Fuck you an your baby mama
Im too busy
nothin' wrong your love is my drug
I love the way you make my body vibrate all night
I love it when you say my name lookin in my eyes
I love the way you
Little chips in your arms
Body movement, metal metallic, unpure
.. Robots (little robots)
Stiff arms, kneecaps, oil (R-O-be -O-T)
(R
Think she from Italy
She tall and skinny, spaghetti (Etti)
She don’t take the piss R Kelly (Ha)
Popping off like confetti (Pop)
Lil moth she not ready
Aye look
Hellcat cold yeti
I'm rated R No Kelly
I'm out the trap like Freddy
We about the wap like Fetty
Watch your back before you play me
Don't
[Chorus - R. Kelly]
I'm a gigolo, spending lot's a dough
You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on vogues
And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh
is dangerous
Your love is, my love is (are you not entertained?)
Our love is
Who's not entertained by my pain?
Who ain't cash a check off my
who you think you are
You gon' get touched! (Bah)
You stop me?! Nigga, hush! (What?)
Guess what? Just caught a body
Call it "Kurokami"
'Cause it's only
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
written by your favorite singer
The type of song that you turn into an ring tone
I get this feeling every time I think of you
And I know,you're the perfect
Your body chocolate
Girl your body chocolate
Your body carry weight
Girl your body carry weight
K W A D Z (Hmmmm Anyemi beats on em)
Its BK your
deep in your body stuck
Baby it's Up and Up
Mmh-Hmmm
She got me jelly, jelly
Gotta have ID in the club I ain't Kelly, Kelly
Slick talk, legs up, drip
they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess
And New York women are way too fresh
Too much on your mind let me ease that stress
I wish you all
speak southern and slang and smoke la cess
And New York women are way too fresh
Too much on your mind let me ease that stress
I wish you all were
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