R Kelly lyrics

by

StanWill


[Intro]
Hokatiwi
Huh, huh, huh

[Verse]
Better tuck yo lil' granny 'fore I scam her ass
Pro with this sh*t, need a Hall of Fame scammer badge
Chop stutter when it spit, something like the grammar badge
Boy, you a loser, hoes don't want yo standard-ass
One of one, boy, that's the inner-GOAT speaking
Took the soul right out my body, she a whole demon
sh*ttyBoyz up? Now that's probably why the hoes cheating
Reaching over here? Don't get blew for the wrong reason
I ain't sign to OVO but I got the Drac' with me
Fire-ass slides on the road, scorch eight cities
[?] straps in thе whip so you know that's eight titties
b*tch, I stay close to thе .9, 8:50
Feeling like the world on my back but I won't break
n*ggas snake, it's a couple hands that I won't shake
I'm the GOAT now, ain't a shot that I won't make
Getting to the pape, ain't a rule that I won't break
Call her "Gladys Knight", boy, yo b*tch took my soul away
I'll fly straight out my shoes getting on a play
Bro keep the heat with him on the coldest day
You can't punch pizza? Boy, yo BINs should get thrown away
Think I scammed everybody 'cept Jesus Christ
Took a dark path, thanked God when I seen some light
On a MSR, the only time that I read and write
Scrap who? Boy, yo manager is who you need to fight
Told my b*tch we locked in, I'ma stand by it
All that red in his cup, bro a vampire
Say you up off the scams? You a damn liar
Don't try it, bro'll light you up like a camp fire
All the way up and I ain't coming down
Crazy how the frowns turned to smiles when I come around
Feel like R. Kelly off the Runtz, I could touch a cloud
Deep in my duffy, hell nah, I ain't coming out
Ignoring calls now, treating hoes like a bill collector
I'll spin a block with more clips than a film director
Got a thousand eyes on me now, I can feel the pressure
Granny gotta pay rent but I'ma still finesse her
Boy threw his cap on backwards saying he was up
Got a super chop with more kick than a FIFA cup
Bank play dumb as hell thinking he gon' keep it clutch
I'll put doggy in a box like some Pizza Hut
Y'all couldn't catch up with a hot dog
I just seen a opp out and I sock dawg
Ham tried to play me, let the Glock pause
f*ck a hoop run, b*tch, I scam, I do not ball
I done scored so many times off this one method
Walking 'round untouched, b*tch, I'm untested
I was born winning, boy, I can't come second
Shooting all in yo b*tch mouth like I'm contested
I do not move the bag, b*tch, I jump in it
Triple S's on, when I step, I stun b*tches
If it's beef on the floor, better come with it
Rapid fire chop shoot a million in one minute
Banana clip get yo sh*t split like a Kit Kat
Call the chop "goalie", when it shoot, boy, it kick back
Glued to my hip so don't ask where the stick at
Boy so he horsed sh*ttyBoyz then it's big cap
You'll think them b*tches fly, how my chicken up
Thrusted up, this my only life, I'ma live it up
Ten off the scams last night, I can't give it up
All these sticks, all this ice, boy, we could win a cup
Got my heart broke once, learned a million lessons
Put the hoes down, picked up a million methods
Up now, got more sauce than a million dressings
Learned how to shine through the hate, now I feel fluorescent
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