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R. Kelly

"Real Talk"

Do I know your friend who? At a club?
Who was there? Girl I wasn't..
Wait a minute, calm down
I was at the club with who?
Get the 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 trying 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 b*tches
Sitting in VIP smoking and drinking and kicking 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 listening to your muh'f*cking girlfriends
I don't know why you f*ck with them all jealous no-man-having ass hoes anyway
Real talk
Always accusing me of some old bullsh*t
When I'm just trying to have a good time
Robert you did this, Kells I heard you did that
Don't you think I got enough bullsh*t 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 smiling then
Real talk, oh
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 running off at the mouth
Telling your girls your motherf*cking business, when
They don't eat with us, they don't sleep with us, besides
What they eat don't make us sh*t
Real talk
You call 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 talking about
I'm sick of this bullsh*t, I'm coming home and getting my sh*t
And getting the f*ck up out of 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 doing that sh*t anyway
You gon' burn what?
b*tch I wish you would burn my motherf*cking clothes
With your trifling ass, Milton, you bogus girl, Milton
Start your car up and get ready to take me home
This b*tch done lost her motherf*cking mind

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