R. Kelly - Shorty

Video y letra de Shorty, del artista R. Kelly

[tone aka trackmaster]
So I told shorty I be producing, I be making those beats
Be making those hits, ya know
So I told her my name, my name is tone
She said town!!
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
[r. kelly]
We see you tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby
[r. kelly]
Címon shorty
That nigga hov
[r. kelly]
Yall niggas donít understand
Uh-uh, they donít understand
Flow foríem
No lemme sing for em
Just sing foríem
[r. kelly]
Check it
Mr. kell
Its like this, some of yíall niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad cuz i, pop that cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo cheeesseee
Some of yíall niggas mad cuz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some, r&b shit
Now that shit done fucked around and, made me rich
And, for those of you who donít like it, yíall can suck my uhhhh!!
These honies to my suite like iím, the pidi piper
Body ass, hitin high notes, like they mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like wooooooo, and I be like wooooooo
When her tides got high, fuck it ima don
Runnin late for the studio, fuck it Iím bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it air force iís
Said I wouldnít mention sisqo, fuck heís a bum
Ally boom, buaya, hit you with the right hook
You be like, what the fuck was that
Me and jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga yíall best shit canít even fuck with our demoís
[chorus 2x: r. kelly]
From new york on to l.a. (shorty)
Chi-town we freak the night away (shorty)
Miami all the pretty girls (shorty)
We know chicks all around the world (shorty)
Shorty, what yo name is?
Shorty, who yo man is?
Címon and make moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who game this is, young hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, sunday in paris, london on monday
Back to l.a.
This ainít rap, this is real, I could trip and have a meal
In three hours ma the streets will be ours (wooooooo)
Shorty, I got something for you, wouldnít give a chick a dime before
But now I wanna spoil you
Shorty, the trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot
How bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, ya hella rag, your my rock star shorty
Heres my number shit, you donít gotta to call me
[chorus 2x]
[r. kelly]
Iím chillin in my 4.6, at the light
5 oíclock in the morning, been drinking all night
And, plus Iím high, but it ainít over
4 slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover
Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
For all you r&b so called playas, Iím bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
Tounge all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her
Its the best of both worlds, stickin ya in the uhhhhhh!!
Put ya hands up like itís money in the air
We bout to rip these charts like zorro blade
So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade
To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the maid
On the rizel my nizel, that nigga jigga is the dizel
R. kizel in the hotel swizelís chicks on the mizelís
[chorus 2x]
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