caps To waist line Now slowly lady Can we go half on my baby? From my toes up Up to my knee caps To waist line Slowly lady Can we go half on my baby? Half on a baby
Traducere: R Kelly. Repriza Pe un copil.
[1] - Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na Half on a baby
1] - Half on a baby All I need is your body next to me Singing ooh, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Give me your body, your body, na, na, na, na Half on a baby
a Bugs Bunny rabbit [Make 'em bounce baby!] Take you behind my bush, spill it on your belly Keepin' on the down-low just like R. Kelly Unload my clip
the club in a Pinto likes it's a Porsche Garbage bag on one of the windows Spray painted doors with the flames on 'em Michigan plates and my name's on 'em Baby
i can tell from half on a baby you know how to do me then she whispered in my ear and said that he's a lame said every time time he hittin it im focused on
mad cerebral You on your last burrito! (What that mean Nickel?) It's a wrap if you eatin Get a beat then terrorize that bitch like a Middle Eastern Slaughterhouse
cash on me, I'm a number one stunna In the middle of the winter make it feel like summer What I'm doin'? (Hey, hey) I'm tryna get a number Half you
for bitch, got a pretty young thing That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings [Hook: R. Kelly] Meeting Michelle at the hotel While Jay and Tone on
to Mr. R. Kelly Gimme a bad bitch, that can make her ass shake I don't want you nasty, I want you nas-tay My last day on earth I'll be fuckin a freak
he took your heart) I'm not the one to hurt you baby (I'm not tryin' to hurt you) I'm not tryin' to hurt you pretty baby, pretty baby (I just wanna
do it louder here we go, come on Ooh, na, na, na what Ooh, na, na, na I know y'all must be trippin' on me Damn I wanna go half on a baby
stats, no doubt So what y'all cats know about that? Say lady, I'm liking what I see Come on and talk to me baby, baby, baby Baby can't you see? One
than you, you or maybe him But I am like a tree and every lyric is a timb Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly
