Lyrics:
your duty
If my radiator gets too hot
Cool it off in lot of spots
Give me all the service you've got
Do your duty
If you don't know what it's
Intro - R. Kelly + (Nick Cannon)]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kels!)
(We in the club singing this for money, ha!)
The taste of your own medicine, here come a dose of it
I break free like Chesimard
Keep 'em guessin' hard while broads say my bars just like ASMR
All my
to the side
Like you know I get my grind on.
Get my shine on.
Jewelry Black in all rhinestones.
Rims spinning like a globe,
On these low pros.
Do it big
When I hop up on a mic, you know there is no competition
Up the blicky, point it at his face and shoot the opposition
Playing Call of Duty, black ops,
the sun will rise with me
All we wanted was an opportunity
(Just Blaze) Lord knows
It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here
And this girl
niggas doin Bids
To all of my shorties on their own raisin Kids
To all of my peoples who can't see
that we made it
niggas know the deal
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
Jalil) ]
Now that you heard our rap and you caught a contact
(And by now you're all to be blasted)
We want you all to know that we got to go
(But it was
Kia boys
Bitch I always love rolling I don't see the Royce
Kelly Clarkson turn around I hear the voice
Bitch I'm not going to the army, but I am
Renee's razor blades
Yeah but if it all goes
Through like it's supposed to
The whole neighborhood knows you
And they'll expose you
Think about it before
looking kinda fat
He'd throw a fit and then he'd hit
Old Gilligan with his hat
Mrs. Hal had it goin' on
But Mr. Hal was meaner
Ginger and Mary Anne
this, alright?
Listen, I've heard everything you said today
I don't understand what it is you need from me
Just, please
Let me come by so we can talk?
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody actin' like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
I know it's gonna last
Down by the sea
Is where all the ladies see me
They tried to flash
Be down, but I had to make a dash
He went from
Def Squad we be all over the place
Hog tie, split your back fold you in a suit case
Yeah it's the Mr. Keith Murray and Mr. Beef Curray
Don't worry come
Eatin' hot Cheetos with pickle juice in it
Put that napkin down
You know I'll lick your
Fingers when you're finished
They say, "Hello" (Ayy) , "Hello"
'cause they
Knowin' that this is
The place to be to let it all out
But when the weekend come, the weekend come
(Ow yeah) y'all could come
So go tell ya
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
understands he’ll have to pay
Mr didn’t know how to say no
Everything looked like
it had to be done
This is what got Mr in trouble
This is what got mr in so
everyday and ask him why
And ask him to bless your soul every time I pass by
I know he doin' it, and leaving all the love to me
And I'ma prove it
Clarkson
It be telling me get out the car seat
It be belling me that I gotta start shit
Got the lighter on me, I might just spark this
Didn't believe me now
I could make it bump like this
See, I told y'all, y'all was gonna jump like this
How you not gon' know it when it hit like this?
Ladies, drama,
to make it better (ah, yeah)
In my mailbox there's an eviction letter
Signed by the judge, said, "See you later"
Ahora vengo mama chula, mama chula
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