Lyrics:
lie I don't even much rap like this but fuck it I'm pissed R.Kelly
Gotta be pretty for you to get hit missionary I pull out and nut on her belly
Bitch
You better go ahead with all of that
Baby, baby tough, turn around and walk right out the door
Cause I gave you too many chances
To fix our romance
on a show and I grew out my locks
Had cut out the pork
Yeah I gave it the chop
Lost me the weight by a lot
On the way up by the way that I plot
Thinking
Fuss and fought 'bout, the shit I thought 'bout
You know whoever it ain't shit to talk 'bout (bitch)
Call you a bitch, then you just walk out
You
believe me no cheating
I want you for sure
I been wallin been trippin
I'm missing what's missing your heart by my heart
But and an arrow to stick em
Walk
want to us)
(And that we won't retaliate?)
Protect my motherfuckin' self, by any means necessary (right)
'Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
I ain't even got a record out
Still get money though that you can never doubt
Drip from the liquid I got 11 ounce
One day I'll pull up in a Tesla
Walk
a record out
Still get money though that you can never doubt
Drip from the liquid I got 11 ounce
One day I'll pull up in a Tesla
Walk in the club with my
door (That's love, yeah)
For one more chance to hold you close
I don't know where you're going
(Uh huh, ok, what's that?)
Just get yourself back home
as me and the boy Kelly
With the suicide doors, fuck 'em all
We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
they made me
Probably listened to O'Jays
That's why I love music
Keep it runnin' like OJ
In the fashion of most
(Mos) , wearin' out all the old plays
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
I swear the sunset’s different in California
It’s like I can see every hue that I never knew
Maybe only a few can relate
Some head out west
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
I don't really care anymore
You took my name and shut it out the door
I don't really care if I see
You staring right at me
'Cause we used to get
simple
Holla out the window it's the project nympho
Fuck my whole crew, you know how we do
you got that good pussy I can share with my peoples
Be
that drip when I walk
Walk through, come through
Girl it's just me and you
Popping out in the town
Vibing out, take you home, dig you out
Baby who you
No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag,
When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny
I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy
You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag,
on the floor
You should know I don't need you anymore
So go and walk out that door
My love is what you can't afford
You only hit me up when you're bored
You
Said rookie if you don't want to take the heat
You better roll out that door
Cause they're leaving five bout minutes in the car
They're gonna go
when you come from a drought
Whole ‘lot of rich niggas when DD pop out Took that bitch to Fushiki, pow pow
We out now, all my demons out
You just gotta
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