Lyrics:
your body down
My rodeo be like up and down
Bout to show you how I throw down
Baby it's about to be a
(Mr. Biggs) (R. Kelly)
(Holla)
(Yeah, TJ)
It's a trick of my mind
Two faces bathing in the screen light
She's so soft and warm in my arms
I tune it into the scene
My hands are resting
[Sung by Tré Cool]
Suck my dick until your lips fall off.
Don't make me ask again please.
Put it down your throat until it makes you cough.
Nibble
the rest of my album
Never has there been such finesse and nostalgia
Man, Cash, I don't mean to mess with your gal, but
Jessica Alba put her breasts on my
And we neva got no room for no haters
When we pull up on them 24 omegas
While I'm smoking on a gar seeing Vega
You by my side we be on one when we
Oh, pull out the big guns
Oh, and put your freakum dress on
Soon as he saw me
Turned on by how the dress was fittin' right
Short and backless
couldn't put out the dark
Runnin' through my heart
Lights up and they know who you are
Know who you are
Do you know who you are?
than shit where the hell is my health
Startin' to feel like Makavelli myself
Watch I put that motherfuckin' MAC 11 to your scalp
Yes, my Maybach I
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A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh-oh)
What's goin' on, on the floor?
I love this
clothes come out smelling of grease
I got my back to the rail at the end of the alley by the by-pass
You might just see me scratching all these things
turned your doubt into hoping, can't deny it
Now I'm all alone and my joys turned to moping
Tell me, where are you now that I need you?
Where are you
And the gold bracelet with my father's name inscribed
On the back by the one who loved him all her life
The way I too could have loved you
The Spanish shawl I
ain't no pushin' me, bro might put you on a tee
Dot my eyes and cross my T's, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't
Yeah, I covered all my tracks
And then I put you on display
You know what you are
A dead fly on my blue shirt
Fly on my blue shirt
You know what you are
It might seem crazy, wearing stripes and plaid
I Instagram every meal I've had
All my used liquor bottles are on display
We can go to see a show but
at Gotti iced out with the blingy-bling
And a big body sittin' on them gleamy things
Now Rockland n****s know the means of cream
Kelly, R&B Thug and it
off I ran I did not hide
Look at me I have so much pride
I will give my dowry for the prize
Island of wonder
Where are you going
Nobody knows it
special you both are.
It wasn't 'til I was up and gone,
Married with a couple of kids of my own,
Doing what mamas and daddies do,
That I realized what
and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace
fist I wanna test the drive whip
I'm mesmerized by you hips
Take everything off but that t-shirt, that t-shirt
Girl, you look good in my t-shirt
the streets)
(Everyday be listening to 90's music)
Stones at my window, like Romeo
Shot by Cupid with the bow and arrow
Old school, make me drool, roses
the streets)
(Everyday be listening to 90's music)
Stones at my window, like Romeo
Shot by Cupid with the bow and arrow
Old school, make me drool, roses
Po-po-po-porn Star Dancing
(Porn Star Dancing)
Kelly won't kiss my friend, Cassandra
Jessica won't play ball
Mandy won't share her friend,
of time)
By god
Don't you think I know it's in my mind
(in my mind)
And it's right over left
(right over left)
And healing the then
(healing the then)
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