R. Kelly

R. Kelly
R And B Thug

Uhh Uhh Uhh Yeah Yeah Yeah
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ahh Ahh Ahh
Yeah Yeah Yeah Mmm Mmm Mmm

Verse 1
In the Playa's Club checkin' at your body baby
Steadily tossin' that cash flow baby
'Cause you drive me crazy won't you be my lady
Betcha I can make your body talk to me (Talk to me)
All I need is my CD bag of weed and some Cristie (Yeah)
Then I'm gonna stroke you up and down messin' with your head
And when you leave up out my room, you'll be walkin' bow leg
I can keep your body comin' like a CTA
You're dealin' with a true baller baby
Givin' you the keys to my Mercedes
I'm not gonna stop 'til you scream my name
I say ooh Kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an Impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what (what what...)
Come and get some of this
R&B Thug baby

I'm just an R&B Thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna Thug babe
(DO you want an R&b Thug)
I'm just an R&B Thug babe
Lookin' for somw love babe
Do you wanna date babe

You're gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip
When I show you my love jones babe and make the room go black
Bbay girl keep your bady right there
I'm gonna sock it to you baby,
I wanna hear you say yeah,yeah
Now the sign on the knob says privacy, you and me
On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy. see, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
I'm not gonna stop 'til you scrwam my name
And say ooh Kellu you make me holla


Submitted by OptimusPrime at Thu 14 Aug, 2003 11:42 pm

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Language: English


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