Lyrics:
ready
Tried to piss on me, that's who you are
Kelly get it? R kelly I'm pissed off
More pissed off than Rick Ross
When he finds out there's more barbecue
ass cookie, circle up and we're all gonna
Jack off on it, whoever cums last eats the cookie
What are you looking at?
Start stroking fuckers
Get your
Oh, who are the people in your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
In your neighborhood?
Say, who are the people in your neighborhood?
a bitch that was dancin', makin' R. Kelly go viral
Ayy, I'm sexy as fuck, and I'm freaky (and I'm freaky)
Get whoever I want, eeny-meeny (yeah)
Why
when you gonna be on the menu
Where are the prawns?
Down by the sea
Where are the prawns?
Down by the sea
Where are the prawns?
Cookie pie,
his dad to help
Like he could stop this bloody Hell
His dad could never ever come
Kelly Thomas died alone
Ultimate authority!
Ultimate Abuse!
They are
I don't need no bodyguard
Pull up late anybody guard
On a xanax bar and a Ar
We gone pull up broad day with that hk
I don't need no bodyguard
Pull up
[R Kelly:]
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you want me to speed it up (Twista)
Do you want me to slow it down (Kelz)
Do you want me to speed
Rubber-necking at the scene
Of soon to be memories
Your eyes are glistening
Like snow on the trees
This feels so serene
Christmas in quarantine
Cookie butter for
upstairs
There are Lincoln logs and cookie tins
Colored blocks and wars to win
I draw and I dream and beat my drums up there
There are circus lights
alone in the little room upstairs.
There are Lincoln logs and cookie tins,
Colored blocks, and wars to win.
I draw, and I dream, and beat my drums up
hit it off
And baby, we can have it all
I really wanna make real love
And baby, we can take it all
Baby, we can hit it off
And tonight you are my lady
you so
[Kelly Rowland - Verse 2]
Where are all my girls, getting down, getting down
Why we looking good from our heads to our toes
Who don't need
storm
Thrivin' in a time where different's the norm
Modern day women
Don't really fit the mold
Of all the cookie cutter stories children are told
Yeah
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
She pop a perk
R Kelly I'm a flirt
She sip it down with the lean
While I'm smoking green overseas
Leanin so hard finna need a kickstand
Got you
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
intentions baby, I ain't gotta lie
You can see right through me
You don't have to use your eyes
We can listen to that old Kelly
By the time we get done you are
you meet your maker
I don't wanna fight with a woman beater, it feeds your nature
If you still bumping R. Kelly, you could thank the Savior
Said if
параллели
Рэперы — дети, я типа R. Kelly
Жарю на гриле я филе форели
У меня платье от Schiaparelli
Все мои бывшие — крысы
Я ставила опыты, вы типа биомодели
Я
Yeah, roller coasters are fun they sure are
(Have you ever been on a
Roller coaster by yourself?)
I did once, it wasn't as fun
(Roller coasters are fun
to sip from the jealous, play platinum pelous.
She made me look like a salad to are Kelly.
Can I walk by, without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me
Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me (said 'bout me)
You do too much talkin', you a fed, prolly (fed, prolly)
Drive-by in my pocket,
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