Back To Index Kelly R"R&B Thug" Ooh, ooh, ooh Ahh, ahh, ahh Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh Ahh, ahh, ahh Yeah, yeah, yeah Mmm, mmm, mmm 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 And 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, 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? I'm just an R&B thug babe Lookin' for some 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 Baby girl keep your body right there I |
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