RKELLY Lyrics

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