| King of R&B, R. Kelly
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| Juicy J in the building
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| Woaah
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| Grab on it
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| Turn you over, find that spot like there’s a map on it
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| Call my (?) will be the way that shawty snaps on it
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| I keep that pussy cummin' like I ran a tab on it
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| Hey we in here flexin' like it’s nothin'
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| Runnin' and we bumpin'
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| Booty so big got a nigga hearin' trumpets
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| Sit it on my face like ba-da-bum-bum-bum
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| Make shawty make it clap like ba-da-bum-bum-bum
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| I’m gone throw this cash here, we gone lap it up
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| Purple on deck baby, we can smoke it up
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| She know what she doin' in that see through lingerie
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| I’mma have this room soundin' like a Mardi Gras parade
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| She blow me like a tuba
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| I beat it up like a snare drum
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| That girl make me want it
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| Cause every time we in the bed room
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| I know the neighbors next door can feel that base
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| Cause every time we in the bed room
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| She like it on her chin like a violin
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| And she be dancin' like a Majorette
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| Wetter than a river and I’m divin' in
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| Everyday a good day for sex
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| Four in the mornin' just like two in the evenin'
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| Take her into my world now ain’t no way she leavin'
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| Give her just what she need
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| Take her smoke and a breather
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| Ass soft as a feather, I TKO it, Mayweather
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| In the lobby Four Seasons with like ten or twelve broads
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| All headed to my suite, it’s a million thot march
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| Only thing we ain’t about to do is sleep
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| Beat it like a drum, it sound like we at a Jamboree
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| She blow me like a tuba
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| I beat it up like a snare drum
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| That girl make me want it
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| Cause every time we in the bed room
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| I know the neighbors next door can feel that base
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| Cause every time we in the bed room
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| After the party she gone leave with me
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| Yeah we gone lay up for the freakin' weekend
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| And I’mma have her soundin' like a symphany
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| After the party she gone leave with me
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| Yeah we gone lay up for the freakin' weekend
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| And I’mma have her soundin' like a symphany
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| She blow me like a tuba
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| I beat it up like a snare drum
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| That girl make me want it
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| Cause every time we in the bed room
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| I know the neighbors next door can feel that base
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| Cause every time we in the bed room
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| It be soundin' like a marching band
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| It be soundin' like a marching band |