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R. Kelly
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Real Talk
作词:Robert Kelly
Do I know your friend who? At a club? Who was there? Girl, I wouldn't Wait a minute, calm down, I was at a club with who? Get tha ***, man, you know what?
Girl, I'm not about to sit up here and argue with you About who's to blame or call no names, real talk See girl, only thing I'm tryin' to establish with you Is not who's right or who's wrong But what's right and what's wrong, real talk
Just because your friend say She saw me at a club with some other *** Sittin' in VIP, smokin' and drinkin' And kickin' it, tell me, girl
Did she say there were other guys there? Did she say there were other guys there? Were there other guys there? Well, tell me this
How the *** she knew I was with them other girls then When the whole club packed Wait a minute, let me finish what I've got to say
I've been with you five years And you listenin' to your mother*** girlfriends I don't know why you *** with them all jealous No man havin' *** anyway, real talk
Alway accusin' me of some old *** When I'm just tryin' to have a good time Robert, you did this, Kells, I heard you did that Don't you think I got enough *** on my mind? Real talk 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Hold, hold up Didn't I just give you money to go get your hair Toes and nails done the other day, hmm? Yeah, your *** was smilin' then, real talk
Gave who some damn money? I ain't gave nobody no damn money, girl, is you tweakin'? You see what your problem is You're always runnin' off at the mouth Tellin' your girls your motherf*** business
When they don't eat with us, they don't sleep with us Besides, what they eat don't make us ***, real talk You called my momma's house and what? Girl, my momma ain't gotta screen no calls for me, real talk And watch your mouth, *** me? Girl, *** you!
I don't give a *** about what you're talkin' about I'm sick of this *** , I'm comin' home And gettin' my *** and gettin' the *** up outta Dodge You ain't gotta worry about me no more
And the next time your *** get horny Go *** one of your funky *** friends Hell yeah, you probably already doin' that *** anyway You gonna burn what?
*** I wish you would burn my mother*** clothes With your triflin' ***, Milton, you bogus girl, Milton Start your car, warm it up and get ready to take me home This *** done lost her motherf*** mind
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