Lyrics:
platinum
We know the presidents are flowin' by who's sackin' them
I'm that type of guy when poppa wasn't happy with it
Trippin' them up, that was my
at his mustache and beard
Is weird, shit
You are an F-Channel
Not an Atari
Beg me for money, starving
Apple by Steve Jobs
Star Wars and King Kong
Indeed truly we are the mighty mighty BDP posse
This is our fourth album and we're still not takin' no shorts
Yeah, ha hah!
On the wheels
that clip
Yellow diamonds on a watch R Kelly with the wrist
Kick a bitch out never R Kelly with a bitch
I love my choppa Tay K
That bitch go stupid like
But I got a map and I’m with you
Wherever we are heading to
I’m in
Quality time, drinking wine
And listening to our favorite albums
Memories written by
move a mountain for you hey
I wrote an album for you
Tell me baby are you down to come through
D'you know that I would move a mountain for you
D'you know
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
Saw you dancing on the floor
Whole room stood still
Looking at you caught you by surprise (What)
Yea you gimme a quick look
Imma throw up this cash
toast
Maybe later on I will have a roast
I think it would be grand, if I made a grand
By selling a grand piano to you
That's right dearylea
This song is
I used to do got n****s pissed at me
They piss on me, I ain't talking literally
No R. Kelly
And I got these bitches all jelly
Murder on the mind, you
threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around clowns
I'm hexed cursed worse I been blessed first
I thought I was abnormal cause I
And when it turn rival
You go against the Bucks like
Phoenix in the finals
Don't lose your congregation by
Preaching to the Bible i'm in the zone
My friends
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
Verse 1
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
up with a machete
So much beef, I can open a deli
Grinding hard, I don't care what you tell me, getting intimate with the game, R. Kelly (R. Kelly, R
a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin
Inspiration
Where are you
I've been waiting
Where are you
I've been patient
Where are you
Planned to take a break from music and I wrote an album
Reincremation by Suffocation
Reekomposer vocals by Tony Reviere and Joe Benson
Cremate the human race
The population has been reduced
A world
(Just time)
Yea I be talking bout Godzilla zilla till maybe
And the real slim shady can stand up, can stand up, can stand up (Stupid kelly)
You are like
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
Crazy silly monsters
They think everything is great
Black and white not colour
Eight by ten, no bigger
Not tonight it ain't
You can try and put
pussy, I'm dripped in red (okay)
Don't let this R&B shit fool you, niggas get ripped to shreds (get back)
Quavo talkin' like he a thug, nigga, you
this is slime queen’s christmas album
this is slime queen’s christmas album
months have passed by
was moving on
swiping through hinge
somehow
'Cause We are one but we are many
And from all the lands on earth we come,
we share a dream,
And sing with one voice,
I am, you are, we are
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