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jay z r kelly - take you home with me a.k.a. body lyrics

(jay-z)
uh, uhh uhh, kel’s
young, m, x, tra, money, let’s go

(chorus 2x: r. kelly) + (girl)
girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?)
where you get your little body-adi-adi (do you want it?)
girl i wanna freak your body-adi-adi (what you want it?)
i just wanna take you home with me

(jay-z)
she get it from her momma.
you can’t tie a sweater over that -ss, or hide it in pajamas
we lay back, blowin ganja
dvd, she make it hard to watch a flat tv – whoa
i crept up behind her
mami threw it like a quarterback, i caught that like rice
i call mami montana, bandana
tied her hands up – this is gangsta love
threw on a rap cd, we gangsta f-cked
this ain’t r&b smooth, i ain’t a r&b dude
poured a gl-ss of army, got mami in the mood
then she stripped for me like the “moulin rouge”
i think i might wife her
y’know, powder blue roc-a-wear suit, white nike her
add mami to the cypher
r.o.c. for life cuz, the gang motherf-cker

(chorus)

(r. kelly)
i make ya hotter than the next b-tch – no need
for you to ever sweat the next b-tch – with speed
i make the next b-tch see the exit – indeed
gotta know you’re ver-ily respected – by me
you get the keys to the lexus – but no drive
you get your own 2002, she through ridin
keep yo’ -ss tighter than versace
that’s why you gotta watch yo’ friends
you gotta watch me, they connivin sh-t
see i just wanna freak your body-adi-adi
i know you don’t do this for everybody-adi
but everybody ain’t as h-rny as me
and your body’s – callin, me…

(chorus)

(jay-z)
uhh, yeah
mami shot through the pad with the mark jacobs bag
the thick st-tched seam and her favorite -ss jeans
y’all know the first date wearers
to make objects bigger than they appear like a rearview mirror
oh her shoe game is real
she gave ’em the christian libountins(?) with the four inch heels
but honestly my favorite type of gear
is a scrungy for her hair and lapearla underwear, clear?

(r. kelly)
girl i hear you callin, let’s stop stallin
do what we came to do
girl i hear you callin, let’s stop stallin
baby i want you, yeah

(chorus)

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- jay z r kelly lyrics

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