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Real Talk

R. Kelly

Do I know your friend who? At a club?
Who was there? Girl, I wouldn't
Wait a minute, calm down, I was at a club with who?
Get tha f*ck, man, you know what?

Girl, I'm not about to sit up here and argue with you
About who's to blame or call no names, real talk
See girl, only thing I'm tryin' to establish with you is not
Who's right or who's wrong
But what's right and what's wrong, real talk

Just because your friend say
She saw me at a club with some other bitches
Sittin' in VIP, smokin' and drinkin'
And kickin' it, tell me, girl

Did she say there were other guys there?
Did she say there were other guys there?
Were there other guys there? Well, tell me this

How the f*ck she knew I was with them other girls then
When the whole club packed?
Wait a minute, let me finish what I've got to say

I've been with you five years
And you listenin' to your motherfuckin' girlfriends
I don't know why you f*ck with them old jealous
No man havin' ass hoes anyway, real talk

Alway accusin' me of some old bullshit
When I'm just tryin' to have a good time
Robert, you did this, Kells, I heard you did that
Don't you think I got enough bullshit on my mind, real talk

Hold, hold up
Didn't I just give you money to go get your hair
Toes and nails done the other day, hmm?
Yeah, your ass was smilin' then, real talk

Gave who some damn money?
I ain't gave nobody no damn money, girl, is you tweakin'?
You see what your problem is
You're always runnin' off at the mouth
Tellin' your girls your motherfuckin' business

When they don't eat with us, they don't sleep with us
Besides, what they eat don't make us shit, real talk
You called my momma's house and what?
Girl, my momma ain't gotta screen no calls for me, real talk
And watch your mouth, f*ck me? Girl, f*ck you!

I don't give a f*ck about what you're talkin' about
I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm comin' home
And gettin' my shit and gettin' the f*ck up outta Dodge
You ain't gotta worry about me no more

And the next time your ass get horny
Go f*ck one of your funky ass friends
Hell yeah, you probably already doin' that shit anyway
You gonna burn what?
Bitch, I wish you would burn my motherfuckin' clothes

With your triflin' ass, Milton, you bogus girl, Milton
Start your car, warm it up and get ready to take me home
This bitch done lost her motherfuckin' mind

Written by: ROBERT S. KELLY

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Double Up [Clean]
About the album

Double Up [Clean]

R. Kelly, Polow da Don, T-Pain, Nelly, T.I., Snoop Dogg, Huey, Keyshia Cole

  • Released: 2007
  • Genres: Hip Hop,Funk / Soul and Pop
  • Views: 3.571
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