RKELLY

Jericho Wilson

I don't need the damn metronome while I'm rappin
Sh- shorty's showed her butt to the gang and now we clappin
How you outside every fuckin' day and not active
Do her like an In-N-Out burger, straight smashed it
Pullin' out Unlimited, flows like magic
Just made twenty songs, still in the booth, straight snappin
Told my bros, slap this fuckin' dawg why he nagging
Made her fuckin' choke up on my dick, now she gaggin
She arching up her back, so you know I reach to slap it
I don't hit women, slap the booty as a habit
I don't even know him, he fell off, he a has-been
Smoke a three-figgy and this bitch smell like cat piss
She might got big titties, but she need some rhinoplasty
You can't even fill my shoes if you tried Bilbo Baggins
I got hobbit, hobbit feet, do my dance like it's Happy Feet
Cruisin' in a Jag, put in sport mode and watch it speed
Hit the fuckin' brakes on the turn like I'm Paul Walker
New fuckin' tires, so that tree I'm not gon' wrap around
He on IG, in a trap, think he safe and sound
Just sent my birdie with a Mac, just to gun him down
Sho- shootin', but I'm missin' all the bullets, Looney Tunes
Swear to fuckin' God, saw my future off the shrooms
Bout to sign a deal with 10K, said I need all the doubloons
Poppin' all these shots like a party, damn balloon
Said I'm five minutes away, but I ain't even leave my room
Tryna fuckin' serve damn custy with a pigeon
I'm inhalin' nitrous, bitch, you know I love to whippet
Feelin' her private when I like to give her dickins
Know I got that fire on me, you could get schmithin
C- crib by the water, but I'm never out whippin
My mental fuckin' slowly fadin' away, I might be trippin
I ain't Chuck Norris, but I might just hop out kick him
Got a white plug, his parents fuckin' racist, so I whipped him
Ch- Chillin with Bill Cosby, he got Quaaludes and he slippin
Real, really like that purple why I grab and twist her nipple
Tell Lil' Shorty I got five cents, she tryna tickle Pickle, yeah
If I made her laugh, then I made them cheeks jiggle
How you got a 50-round drum and they never hit him
Turn his head to a dividend stock, I might split him
Turn me into his abusive pops, I might hit him
Real goat status, bitch, you know my flow is made of venom
All he heard was a pop, I bet a onomatophitim
Was pissin' on the beat, but I turned around and took a shit on em
Was gonna up the K, but I said, fuck it, put a blick on him
Was gonna pull the K, but I said, fuck, where the machete
Cut his nigga's stomach open, now his guts are like spaghetti
She got her tongue out, I'm bout to bust like confetti
Runnin' in his crib, he can't hear me off a deady
You, you might get her wet, but I swear I get her wetty
No ice, spice, but I pulled up to the deli
Smudge, smoke a 3-5, bitch, you know this shit's smelly
Pissin' on her eyes, bitch, I feel like R. Kelly

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