RBThug

R&B Thug - R. Kelly

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ahh, ahh, ahh

Uhh, uhh, uhh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ahh, ahh, ahh

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Mmm, mmm, mmm

In the Playa's Club

Checkin' at your body baby

Steadily tossin that cash flow baby

Cause you drive me crazy

Won't you be my lady?

Betcha I can make your body talk to me

(Talk to me)

All I need is my CD, bag of w**d and some Cristie (yeah)

Then I'm gonna stroke you up and down

Messin' with your head

And when you leave up out my room

You'll be walkin' bow leg

I can keep your body comin' like a CTA

You're dealin with a true baller baby

Givin' you the keys to my Mercedes

I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name

And say ooh Kelly you make me holla

Keep on jumpin' like an Impala

You slidin' that sexy a** down the pole like what

(What, what, what, what, what)

Come and get some of this

R&B thug baby

I'm just an R&B thug babe

Tryin' to get some a** babe

Do you wanna thug babe?

I'm just an R&B thug babe

Lookin' for some love babe

Do you wanna date babe

You're gonna trip, gonna trip

Gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip

When I show you my love jones babe

And make the room go black

Baby girl keep your body right there

I"m gonna sock it to you baby

I wanna hear you say yeah, yeah

NOw the sign of the knob says privacy

You and me

On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream

We can get up on a fancy suite

Thugged out with some Hennessy

See, see, see

Lock your body up and throw away the key

I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name

And say ooh Kelly you make me holla

Keep on jumpin' like an Impala

You slidin' that sexy a** down the pole like what

(What, what, what, what, what)

Come and get some of this

R&B thug baby

I'm just an R&B thug babe

Tryin' to get some a** babe