Lyrics:
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
the hoes get down
I know you like Nelly, like Kelly, Ludacris
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't love me
[Tony Yayo]
Gators and ostrich,
planet I'm on? (Yeah)
Um, I'm on Venus givin' aliens penis (Uh-huh)
Juice WRLD, Makaveli, I mean it (Uh-huh)
Diamonds R. Kelly, wrist get to peein'
the Auderman empire,
For I hear by the sound of the
castanettes, we are off,
off, off, off we are off.
Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil...
Land
I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
we'll rise above,
In our dangerous love, forever bound by love
City of Glass
[Verse 1]
In the city of glass, where the sky meets the edge,
A world
I will defend your right to try.
(I'll defend your right to) Love, American Style,
Free'r than the land of the free.
Love, American Style,
the lotto (we muhfuckin' rich)
So arigato, shit, you know I'm world-famous
And R. Kelly been told me that I'm the world's greatest (you're the world's
Young black male some see me stranded in this land of hell jail
And crack sales hustling hard faking culture all the repercussion
By busting
on the preety chrome
Fucking hoes over fifty four my name here weight you barely no
You on that are Kelly shit your bitch is barely grown
[Chorus]
Goupie
Cripalette got love for die-'Rus
A hoe ain't shit
Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch
Cause they would fuck a Slob
And come suck a Crip dick
I can't trust the hoe well,
Cripalette got love for die-'Rus
A hoe ain't shit
Sure 'nuff by a Slob bitch
Cause they would fuck a Slob
And come suck a Crip dick
I can't trust the hoe well,
a singer and start a singing group. I still remember the song she taught me for the audition.
You are the love of my life, being with you every day. It makes
Earth
Foreign land, but so close at the same time
It's here I want to die now
Terre
Terre d'asile, terre d'amour
Earth
Santuary land, love land
Rord
Kelly the bad, Kelly the bad man
Bad man
Onwero
Hmm
Wfss
Loving you
Woowoowooo
You are killing me, you are killing me
What a crazy
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
This was nice
You
You've got a bit of something just
Just there
That's it
No no
To the left
No
Never mind
Tribal land
Tribal lands are the past
Your
I Love Livin’ (In the City by the Lake)
Words and music by Cliff Buckosh
I went fishin’ this morning
Saw a sunrise so gorgeous
Got my guitar
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
nobody else
You and I tighter than the jeans on my ass
You remind me of this thing something like
R.Kelly singing 'bout a jeep
Boy, you're everything to me
as Vanilla Ice's son
And walk around the rest of my life spit on
And kicked and hit with shit every time I sung
Like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind"
the king of r&b
Do you know what that means
That means if you love yo chick
Don't bring her to the VIP
'Cause I might leave wit yo chick
Just keepin' it real
reo(?) get at me ho
I make these hos happy tho cause I'm there pappy oh
Its to soon for you to be on my team
But give are kelly a call I think like em 13
by taking the risks
I made sure we brought that suttin'
You man are on thin ice with all that ducking
Lord almighty, I check the scoreboard nightly
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