R. Kelly – Real Talk Lyrics

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


Girl Im 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 im 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 bitches
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 fuck 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 motherfucking girlfriends

I don't know why you fuck with them all jealous no-man-having ass hoes anyway
Real talk
Alway accusing me of some old bullshit
When Im just trying 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 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 motherfucking 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 call my momma's house and what?
Girl my momma ain't gotta screen no calls for me

Real talk, and watch your mouth
Fuck me? Girl fuck you!

I dont give a fuck about what you're talking about
I'm sick of this bullshit, I'm coming home and getting my shit
And gettin tha fuck up out of Dodge

You ain't gotta worry about me no more
And the next time your ass get horny
Go fuck one of your funky ass friends
Hell yeah, you probably doing that shit anyway

You gon' burn what?

Bitch I wish you would burn my motherfucking clothes
With your triflin ass, milton
, you bogus girl, Milton
Start your car up and get ready to take me home
This bitch then lost her motherfucking mind

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