R. Kelly - Who's That lyrics

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R. Kelly - Who's That lyrics

[R. Kelly] Sitting at the bar with mama Shorty tryna bring the drama But she cannot fade the player Cause this pimp is a money maker Mettings from Chi-town to L.A Yo I came to get down at this party I got my eyes on Keisha and Shante' Rollin' in like this track was reggae I roll throught the hottest clubs With about a houndred thugs Get up out of thousands hugs From chicks that wanna sit on dubs [Chorus] Yo who's that in the jeep? (Some honeys) Who's that up off in that truck? (My n***as) Yo what y'all doin' tonight? (We thuggin') Yo whats off up in that cup (Some liquor) Yo, I'm rollin' wit y'all (Well lets go) Shawty where's the alcohol? (Right here) Now let me hit that haze (Fa shizzle) That would really make my day [R. Kelly] Yea, take a plugger for the pool party Right off up in Miami Ten G's for the best bikini Lookin' for the biggest booty She got the crowd goin' crazy Cause this track here is so amazing Yo even with a n***a's life lookin' hazy Still you R&B cats can't fade me [Chorus] [Bridge - R. Kelly] I'm driving a fast car, jump to the third lane Mommy a pa**enger, stealing the champagne We stop at a red light, she driving me insane Like, we seened it like a --------- Stop playing girl the way you shake your phatty back So s**y the way you tellin' daddy that Turn that piece around and let me patty that Got me saying, "Man, I'm tryna marry that" [Fat Joe] Oh no, They did it again! (Who?) Rob and Joe they slept with ten (What?) Dyme misses, fine misses, big behind misses All kinds of misses, don't matter, you're my misses What's love got to do with -----? And, everyday a new different group of chicks We headed to the Island of Caymen's Life of the famous, shorties almost died when we came in Girl, I know you diggin the diddy bop This my world come through in the whole city stop Looks like ice but actually its really not Diamonds, blindin', all live around me Five houndred thou and all on the time piece In the South Bronx you can find me Nevermind me, thats just how we ball I'm rollin with y'all now tell me "Where's the alcohol?" [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Come on, make 'em bounce baby Uh, yeah, uh, keep goin' baby That chunky, funky, sticky, ooh wheee Uh, The R, Joe Crack the Don

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