Rob Kelly – Sharon Curley Lyrics

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Sharon Curleys Pregnant that was my co-defendent
She had a leather pendent, shifted her outside the present-
Tation convent girl school peep the word fool
I'm Rob Kel my name bubble like a whirl pool
I'm up in Dublin with a girl who
Turn around like the poznan whenever we get it on
And whenever we get it off, she make me up a sandwich
Cryin said she love me when I'm twistin up the cabbage
And I just shoot her a look like "what's wrong with you"
My name is Rob Kelly bitch I don't belong to you
Don't fence me in, I'm a rolling stone
These kids think they're fuckin gangsters - bugsy malone
Fuckin name is tallula rappers, do nothin to ya rappers
I don't know who you rappers
Think your Kiddin when you're bullshitin me
You rappers pussy I mean you got to be kiddin (kitten) me

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It go Jesus on the altar, mary on the rosary beads
Coke head bitches have a crater where their nose should be
Ten years in, not another rapper close to me
Specialize in getting young women out their hosiery
Negligee young kel does lay, never stay leave em cryin like
Pepper spray, f your stage, rob kel will x your fave
Rapper out the game do it like it's effort-lays
Oops I mean effortlessly name a rapper effin with me
He must be imaginary else he must be restin with the
Worms and the maggots thats word to your f*ggots
I'm old school like puttin down a dog with a hammer
I put it down like a vet, you get the ref I said I put it
Down like an old pet, with unconvetional methods not paying
For no f*cking fees, gay rappers don't need to pause (paws) need
To fucking freeze

Who wanna come take a swing at the king of the ring with the
Signature right hand that will leave an insignia
Cross the forehead of those that I bring it to
F*ck rappin and singin I been nice since shabba ranks ting a ling in the
Dancehall this is a mass brawl throw your hands up
I put it down for my heads and I mash the dance up
Young b*tch talking bout YOLO
Text me said she pregnant and I text her back YOYO
That means YOU ON YOUR OWN
Don't be mad though that means someone knew in your home
And I don't wanna hear none of you on the phone
The next time you hear me then that's you in the poem
My london fam said "i'm gettin lizzy innit"
These rappers got thin lizzy phil lynnot
Open up your mouth put a pill in it
I'm rubbing cream on darlene - rhyme syndicate

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