da homies at? Where da girls at? Can you get wit' that? R. Kelly n Twista Where da homies at? Where da girls at? Can you get wit' that? R. Kelly n Twista
On My Bad Side I Leave em Wit No Neck Like Fat Guys Dont Be Playin With Me I Ad-vise I Make Them Chinese Food Another Cat Fried And Dont Compare Them To Me
what everybody higher than a kite or they just leanin in they seat Smokin swisha sweets want some fuckin crack gone and hit me on my beep A-I-R, sippin
you bring 'em round me Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B Do you know what that means? That means if you love yo' chick Don't bring her to the VIP 'cause I might leave wit
way you flexing that g-string And you got me tossing this money I got hotel keys, wanna leave wit me? Then baby girl hop inside 'Bout to show you how R
pastor? Did she love me combo or was it just my condo? She answered me, pronto, why don't you believe me? If you don't believe me then motha fucka leave
hittin' 'em down with jokes Y'all niggaz on the rope, got your hoe on da scope Bitches watchin' me, jockin' me, nigga blockin' me, cockin' me 'Cause
Smoke) You say you never leave the thugs alone, You wanna be wit Nore or Capone You say you like the way he holds his crone, But you wouldn't leave him
? She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy" Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy She dizzy cause the Issey smell good on me Plus she love to
I'm share wit you Which makes it a little more clear for you I really wanna be wit chu But I gotta be real wit chu I can't leave you alone And I know
I'm wit them hersey roll boys, they was acting fool, shorty You know, Cam, Chip, Zae, bought these seagulls wit me Quincy, Langston, Ron, and Shondre was wit me
the motel party Passenger side wit Rob in the Ferrari I smoke la-la get high like I'm a Marley Wit the mamiz you can find me where the bar be Its hot
sitcom I think they wanna 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
love me you always talkin' bout how Ma$e get down I know you don't love me you scream and holla when Spider Loc's around got me fucked up wit them g
[JD] Rock wit me now Dance wit me now Move wit me now It's the weekend [Lil' J] Aiiyo I heard the party packed from the front to the back We gon' tear
your stadium or TV with three eighty on the EV I skeet babies on your breezy/ and I aint stoppin Only Jacob the jeweler ca-freeze me Leaves me and its
smoke) You say you never leave the thugs alone, You wanna be wit nore or capone You say you like the way he holds his crone, But you wouldn't leave him