Lyrics:
nights
But I’m the first one on yo mind when you tryna lay pipe
Make it all make sense
Your love is just a pretense
Waiting by my phone for your call,
the record by the fist full
By the crate full, and we grateful
When you hear the soulful records that are tasteful
Last night the DJ saved my life
'Cause
Yo
I got a big butt
But I'm not bragging
Cause back in Taiwan that was a bad thing
See in Asia, small asses are the preference
And that was where I
freaky like R Kelly
But look here
You told me things that I can visualize
Like when I say I didn't lie
I like when I wanted to leave
That's when you
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
I'm feelin' freak nasty
You wanna smack me?
Don't put it past me
I say it brashly
I talk so trashy
So baby come here sit
I'll turn around, bend down
not kelly
Jesus comin back soon ask yo self are you ready
Ian just rappin on this beat but im really preachin
Holy spirit give me the notes then I get
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
want to battle
You blew up like Roseanne's belly
Your style's too old to do me like Aaliyah and R. Kelly
Fear and superstition could get iller than
bitch feelin that E
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy
Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci
She wanna roll with me cause I
darlin' how you feelin'? It's Sax.
(Girl) - Fine, how are you?
(Scarface) - Ahh, just maxin'
(Girl) - Been thinking of you.
(Scarface) -Yeah? Well let's get
Ka$h, Ka$h don't make beats, he make
Beautiful music, one-two-one-two
My man Murs, what's up Murs?
Beautiful music
Yo, beautiful music it raised me
love when you are all up on me
But there's one thing that I have to see (one thing I have to see)
Is the way you pop that booty (is the way you pop it
Intro - R. Kelly + (Nick Cannon)]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Kels!)
(We in the club singing this for money, ha!)
let yo chest out
Oh this the let out no i never step down windshield wiper with the K got his mans down
Live by verses on no symptom no handouts
cause I'll forever lay out my life for them
My true feelings are exposed nothing can be done now
This is how I'm feelin' all about you now
This is my life
yeah
Get by get high yeah yeah
Get by get by yeah yeah
Aye mane
Im bout to
Take flight
I get up
Out in
Orbit
Everywhere
Atomic
She feelin
On my stomach
Posted down in south beach M.I.A
Lookin for Narcos, no DEA
The sides on fade but the top has braids
The shoes are chucks but the suit is suede
Bet
if I love her then I turn into Pinocchio
Left her full of kids so it look like an R. Kelly show
Yeah I feel like Cosby, ain't no way she tell me no
Uh
Baby, never will I, love another lady
Cause I loved you more than R. Kelly loved Sadie
Maybe I should leave instead of gettin upset
And on some "Why Me
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
get a hit until the early mon
Pimp on
[Chorus]
[R. Kelly]
Hoppin' out the fattest cars that money can buy (can buy)
Chick on my side (on my
And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap
To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam
The earrings I wear are called dophins
Check the booty, yo its
And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap
To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam
The earrings I wear are called dophins
Check the booty, yo its
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