Lyrics:
R Kelly Tp 3 Reloaded

tiro y no se agacha Rope el suelo, marshmellow, El duo de la historia con R Kelly en un duelo Bello, bello, huello Como la gata con mi reggaeton se suelta el pelo W, R Kelly

I've been kickin' it with your girlfriend, what am I gonna do? 'Cause, God knows that I really didn't mean to hurt you I know it's bogus, but I felt that

Here put this on, listen Wanna sex you in my white T, do you in my white T Freak you in my white T, girl put on my white T, come on Lyin' here in my

I touch you, you awake all the love that we?ve been making I can not believe that it's goin' on the 3rd day No need for a clock 'cause baby girl we wont

Girl you're in the kitchen Cooking me a meal Something makes me wanna come in there and get a feel Walk around in your T-shirt Nothing else on Strutting

that sticky icky your Mary Jane baby That splash, that boo-boo, yo sweet Lucy baby I just wanna get a hit of that, good sex weed, yeah TP3 reloaded TP3 reloaded TP3 reloaded

mi see yuh jump, jump New York girls can shake that ass St. Louis girls mi see yuh shake it fast Midwest girls can shake that ass Ele and Kelly won'

Now I'm dashin' home, doin' 85 Swervin' lane to lane with fire in my eyes I got a million thoughts going through my mind I'm thinkin' about what I'ma

Seven o'clock in the mornin' And the rays from the sun wakes me I'm stretchin' and yawnin' In a bed that don't belong to me And a voice yells "Good mornin