Lyrics:
a girl by my side
Make her sing like Kelly Price
I'mma make her sing
like Kelly Price
Reaper Vibes
They know it's my time
My cousin on the gram
Goin' off,
Kelly, can you handle this?
Michelle, can you handle this?
Beyoncé, can you handle this?
I don't think they can handle this
My boy Roc, can you
You can haunt any house by yourself
Be a man or a mouse by yourself
You can act like a king on a thrown
There are lots of things that you can do
the oxygen
You are what we’re not rocking with
You are off brand
Baby I’m the champ champ
This ain’t song
This the band camp
We are not the same
Not the same
do alone
But it takes
You can fight like a champ by yourself
You can lick any stamp by yourself
You can be very brave on the phone
There are
Dennis, I'm ridin' with rods
He ran up a twenty and bought a machete
Back trapped in a closet just like R. Kelly
I skrrt off in Lambs, she know I'ma
em FALLIN to the strong point
One by one they losin down the line
A fifty buck roll, a duck blows, old nigga pay me mine! (";Damn nigga!";)
I grab
I'm a Hot Boy minus the cars and bling bling
When I rap, his girl dig me like when R. Kelly sing
I'm fresh on the scene, you wanna talk to me now?
Jin
R kelly got 30
Some say he deserved it
Some say he was done dirty
If u ask me it's all tv
Hes probably somewhere on beach right now With a 15 yr old
apprendre le basket, à se battre ou encore à verser et je vois 1 lune de
miel, dans 1 bonne chambre en plein pacifique, pétales de roses et bon champ ravi
Living Life
But your mind's off topic, thinking about Money and Girls that are Topless
We taking our time, Ain't taking no Nonsense
No time for
Champ, uh, what?
Ch-ka-ch-ka-champ
Yea, mm
Lookin' for the, ha
Mama used to kick it off 181st
She was grindin' with my pops just to make it
do better all by myself
[R. Kelly]
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah
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
A ceux qui kiffent la vraie fête j'te parle pas du mia
OGB :
Sans armes retenant mes larmes comme kelly joyce
Si ça t'concerne pas donc là tout
Kelly Rowland
Why will I diss dem
Give them cheap promotion
I think that they are so dry
I should give them lotion
But let them know that
If they wanna go
Kelly's bike rumbles down
We're going drinking on the Tibetan side of town
Beggar with withered legs sits sideways on skateboard, grinning
There's
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
Gimme all the rhythm and blues niggas
Hen rock the shots of the liquor
Hmmm, it makes me cum quicker
Rub it on your belly like jelly, R.Kelly
You
But my lawyers told me settle this (settle this)
Even though it's bullshit (it's bullshit)
Kelly, protect your career
All these people in my ear
I
they are, they're coming!
This is the police
Give yourself up
We will not harm you
The years was rollin' by . . .
Listen to that mess, would
to rise, here I am!
Haunted by the past,
When I always was the champ,
Searching for my dreams in the dark,
Lost my hope, born to fall apart,
I used to be
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
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"
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