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R Kelly Bad Man

dem we nah show nuh pity And cram, and paralyze and quity Unno ready?? (Yes!!, we ready) Verse 1: Ha!!!, you, ah walk 'round wid R. Kelly face Bad

this and i cant let ya'll derail me man i got young coby homie, you gotta let go of obie because obie be back(i dont know man) we got them craps goin

oh! You can call me R. Kelly now, you're in trouble! What's occurrin before, after, and durin' the show has no bearing on the bad news I'm baring, whoa

meet ya girl Because I'm well enough a flirt when I speak to ya girl She winked her eyes on the sly, I seent ya girl Better treat your girl right 'cause another man will Better *** ya girl like another man

chain If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss Nine Eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was

My bad that's them 'niggas' N'Sync I'd bang Les Nubians from France to the Motherland Stretch Mona Lisa like a rubber band with no rubber man Faith is

else in the world to pimp He'll probably pimp himself, that's me, Suga Free Dig that, yeah, again? Uhh X man, y'know If I don't slap her man, she feel

ya girl Because I'm well enough a flirt when I speak to ya girl She winked her eyes on the sly, I seent ya girl Better treat your girl right 'cause another man will Better eat ya girl like another man

'all Can I give it to you? Now listen, 2nd Kelly what you got for me, y'all say I got some down low, down low, sing it for me Now 2nd Kelly, what you