Lyrics:
864 Curtiswood Lane
R. Mack Harrell
There's Daddy on the Gravely tractor
Momma with the trowel in her hand
Doin' the things you do when you just
(Woo)
AMG Mercedes on the highway
We buzzin' hunnids
Switching all the lanes
Play the music loud and fuck it
R. I. P. Pop Smoke
He really was the GOAT
His
(Chorus: R. Jamar)
Real love, I got that real love for you
Real Thug, I know that’s it’s a drug for you
Know I’m bout to leave the city but I’m
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
belly She want me in her belly
I tell her hit my celly and I be pissing on these niggas like my name R. Kelly yuh yuh
He talking shit but I really pull
stable
Damn look at my coupe
Damn look at this foo
Look at the way that they fool
R. Kelly get to pissing
Baby don't talk just listen
I been feeling
But also watch yo mouth whenever you talking to me
Cause I'ma be the number one like I got to pee
And I be spraying on these hoes like I'm R. Kelly
I'm in my lane, swervin' (Okay, skrrt)
I sip the syrup, I go berserk (Yeah)
Fuckin' that bitch, I get under the shirt (Uh)
R. Kelly with it, 'cause I
B. r. o. k. e. n
Broken till the am
Don’t feel bad I sayin
on knees I’m prayin
ain’t tryna sell to satan
Back and forth I’m pacing
Switching lanes
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
riders
Twenty-inch rims and wide body drivers
We can't let nothin stop us (get.. this.. mo-ney)
Young H-O-V-A
And the boy R. Kel', you know how we
I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb
Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly
Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly
independent, can't touch me kids
Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did
(fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly
I'm the boss see the cross, hanging
that
25 deep, guns up under the throwback
That new R. Kelly shit sound like bobby womack
Black wall street in hurr, nigga where the hoes at
We got
the Midwest I'm with R. Kelly and them
Rockland, St. Lunatics, Nelly and them
[Hook x2]
to arena with R. Kelly
Who made you feel beautiful while gettin lifted (Me)
I rocked bells with L you must be stupid
I don't need no permission, to do what I
the wall
Then arena to arena with R. Kelly
Who made you feel beautiful while gettin lifted (Me)
I rocked bells with L you must be stupid
I don't need no
Purple in the air, green in his pocket
I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you
Get the R. Kelly tape and see how we piss on you
That's cool-Aid,
ear (who) steam on the rock (who)
Pupil in the air (who) green in his pocket
I ain't dissin' you dog, I'm dismissin' you
Get the R. Kelly tape
my wife you not getting a rang
I wanna fuck , im not kissing a thang
choppa R. Kelly I'm lettin it sang
Black and White diamonds like yin and yang
My
that shit
Spin with that shit
Spin with that shit
Yea I'm cooking dope
Deuce of red got me up to the sky
No R. Kelly I believe I could fly
I've could
Gus get to
Clapping
Caught you slipping
You were captain
Beat her up
Micheal Jackson
And R. Kelly in the crib
I ain't hiding
In her closet
I'm just
her out, but I just want some sucky suck
My Glock a a minor, Gen 17, can't leave it round R. Kelly
Turn that nigga to a bowling ball, put holes all in
independent, can't touch me kids
Split your wig then hire Cochran, like Puffy did
(fiesta) fiesta, like my name R. Kelly
I'm the boss see the cross, hanging
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