Lyrics:
anymore
My home, my land of green
„Angelo Kelly“ „Yeah, ist das geil, Angelo“
„Dankeschön
Eine ganz große Ehre
Vielen, vielen Dank, dass ihr mich
look so queer
Johnny, I hardly knew ya
„Angelo Kelly, wuhu“
„Angelo“
„See ya, man“
„Also, meine Lieben
Unser nächster Gast ist einer dieser
Lead vocals: Paddy, Mait and Angelo Kelly
Hey little pigeon where are you coming from,
you flew across the sky and now you're in my hometown.
Hey
Rita, only call her Mommy
Likkle brother and sister, Angelo and Kelly
A brother in them laws, but mi call him Winki
Lost mi daddy and (?) family
(?)
V Kolíně na lodi zdvíhaj
Kotvy a starý Kelly pije irskou whisky
Zrzavý vlasy se míhaj
Jak ve zmatku běhaj všichni sem a tam
Angelo jediný zívá
Vždyť
[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
I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
the lease, your name is on it
And I ain't bluffin', she say she want some old school, KC & Jojo
How does it feel? D'Angelo
Got me feeling on your booty, R.
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow
far greater
I am like Michael Angelo the archangel
If he was a dark natured art painter
Painting a picture of heart failure
Look at the all the trash In
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas
Hen rock the shots of the liquor
Hmmm, it makes me cum quicker
Rub it on your belly like jelly, R.Kelly
You
you've got something for your mother's birthday
Big Bang's on telly and it makes me chuffed
That Kelly Cuococo makes me chuffed
South Park's a bit rude, it
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas
then rock the shots of liquor
they make me cum quicker
rub between your belly like jelly R.Kelly
you think you
taking shots of purple water, lil' bitch, I ain't tipsy
I think his thot want a rich nigga and his pockets empty
Call that lil' nigga R. Kelly 'cause he
(Mmmm)
Okay, oh okay, oh okay
(Uh)
Yo, Kelly how we gon'
Make a summer bop
This early bro
Ooouuu she got that
Chewy, ooey-gooey
How you doin',
We United to blend with the reaper
Smoke Zar and forget not the reefer
Like R Kelly am trapped in the closet
Lord save me from bitch who wanna tramp
a hundred-thousand-dollar shades I'm like Liangelo
You gon miss the shot like Russ I'm not talking Diangelo
Hit his ass up with a numb chuck Michael Angelo
Knocked his ass up
the typewriter
Steal a hundred thousand dollar shades, I'm like LiAngelo
You gon' miss the shot like Russ, I'm not talking D'Angelo
Hit his ass up with
Marshall j'm'en branle de toi
Je vais t'offrir la bite d'Elton, gobe les ovaires de Kim, Shady
Tu pourras m'interdire la radio, je suis pas Machine Gun Kelly
fuckin' to Pandora
Fuckin' to Pandora
Takin' pictures while we
Got that R. Kelly radio on, that D'Angelo radio on
And that Jagged Edge radio on
But
Then them and Three 6 Mafia start fightin'
That's the only thin' about that battle that was excitin' (facts)
D'Angelo bumass did Verzuz alone
R. Kelly
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