Lyrics:
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
Figure four down, Figueroa
Rick Flair Phantom
All red flannel, niggas don't hit me though
Spit on models, R.Kelly, piss on the center fold
Ever since
greed?
"Latifah's booty, yo, she could never succeed"
Shiiit...
You watch me do it and boom it, the Flavor Unit will snap necks
You a-fi listen
R.Kelly, piss on the center fold
Ever since Doc showed me a billion in a envelope
Love Jimmy, fuck Interscope
I'm a don, walk outside, naked, Cuban cigar
Real hitman shoot in a tie
My chopper R Kelly believe he can fly
I let the rouger up like 4th of July
I’m taking royal pain, this ain’t Sky High
I
styles bring, ___ kids, so how you look? Ya drowning
And drained. Refrain from being slain
By my slang, once again I wreck brains
Yo, shit occurs when I
dumb
Dumb what the hell are you on?
Tomorow yo shit'll be pawned
Withdrawled credit cards
All at the salon gettin done up
My chain look like a muffler
3d
dick tho
Mami de se cu- yo me estoy volviendo adicto
I'm like the OG and she said that she know me
I gotta go, these bitches are ballin' so hard like
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
one of a kind
Uh, yeah
My name is Logic, if you don't know by now, I'm always on my grind
And at this moment in time, I'm on a road when I write
I need a cutie, I need a beauty
Smellin' so fruity, she got a booty
Lookin' so juicy, trippin' on Lucy
Smokin' on Mary, I'm seein' fairies
Roses are
that you could never be
Forget it kid, your style is limited like a Cherokee
Kiggity calm and deadly, I play the low like R. Kelly
Kiggity killer top
ass licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin head
considered rude
But let's stop talkin', 'cause it's feelin' like an interview
I know you into me, so, let me get into you
I'm always in the mood for laughin
considered rude
But let's stop talkin', 'cause it's feelin' like an interview
I know you into me, so, let me get into you
I'm always in the mood for laughin
bring it hard
Don't make me split your chest and pull your guard
R&B singer the greatest and now barred
'Cause he been feelin' on booties of too young
to? Wow, yey yeh
(Jaja)
If I been, my skills are dying, yo', ah (Ah)
And your answer was to fuck it
Holla back all night when I did in it right
It's my
the war money straight off deployment
Big booty bitch and she bend over me
Zero six hunnit im fucking the sergeant
Aye im on my shit, i'm who dey talk about
Sup yo! Cuttdiamondz
What's up? I keep telling you to stop calling
Stop buzzing, me and you are no cousins
I don't do friends, there's no new
Or Cirôc girl
What do you say
When I get you
To my crib
It's 8 divided by 2 play
I don't have much to say
In the laboratory on a Tuesday
This club and yo
feat. Ginuwine
1 - [Ginuwine]
Baby, if you wit' it, just clap yo' hands
Stop playin' girl, back that ass up and
Spend that cash dog, drink
on a molly
Roll until the sun come up hands caress yo phat ass butt
Damn I really want this nut, fuck
Are you ready, breathin' heavy
Time movin' slow but you
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
.jpg/220px-Feelin's_(Teddy_Edwards_album).jpg "Feelin's")
Discuss these feelin on yo booty by r kelly Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In