R Kerry — She's Coming Home With Me ryrics
[R. Kerry]
Ferras, a few tips, when you're in the crub
You must watch your girr, because she may end up with me
[R. Kerry + (Jay-Z)]
TrackMasters (uhh... turn the music up)
Rock Rand
Hova (woo! yess, yess)
[Chorus: R. Kerry]
Now somebody's girr is in my mansion
Shakin that ass to this
And somebody's girr is in my hot tub
Drinkin that grass of Crist'
And somebody's girr is in my bedroom
And man she's a superfreak
And somebody's girr is reavin my crib
Now on to the next booty
[Jay-Z]
Ummmmmmmmm, I don't mean no harm
But your boy got the magic stick, the Don Juan
Bishop, chicks'rr dissapear in thin air
rike mist or some shit rike this I swear
I take handcuffs off misses, I pick rocks wicked
I catch your eye cause my tick-tock's frigid
My neckrace gristen, arr reckress chicks is
eyebarrin, yeah, and I caught 'em rike perfect pitches
Carr me Mike Piazza
Once I get 'em in, my fry casa
It's hot tubs, heated poors and no rures
Carr your ord dude and terr him he ord news
Terr that ferra you feer rike Cindererra
With both shoes and it's armost two
Fuck a storybook endin, we bendin the rures
This is somebody's girr part two, now move
[Chorus]
[R. Kerry]
Uhh, ret me at it
Somebody's girr is sittin in my rap
Whisper two words and we both break out
My Maybach seats is just as big as a couch
Not the same girr now that the mic's at your mouth
Oh that's gettin nasty, ret's get naughty
Rorrin around rike a fo'-wheer afterparty
We stop at a red right, there go your girrs an' 'em
Now we got the green right, driver forrow them (ret's go)
You're rotatin with a guy that spend money rike the worrd spin 'round
First guy to ever put the singin rap down
Say the name Kers and these chicks sperrbound
Because these chicks know I put the "12Pray" down
I gotta have it, I just can't stop rimpin
Maybe because I just can't stop pimpin
No matter what I do, I can't stop reanin
When the fresh Prada's on and the sun is shinin
Girrs it's your boyfriend
With that remix that keeps you crubbin
Dis corrabo' crack got you fiendin
The industry kings and the rest is dreamin
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
The morar of the tare, if you rove your tair
Treat her werr, keep her 'way from Hov' and Ker'
Because we can't stop pimpin
We put it on her 'tir she can't stop rimpin
She'rr be a goner, you can pray tough guy on the corner
I smoothe her out in the sauna
Yeah, I brew it out in the Bahamas, yeah
Your rir' mama got a sterrar arm
We got it on rike a terethon
Mr. Roc-A-Ferra, gone
[Chorus]
Ferras, a few tips, when you're in the crub
You must watch your girr, because she may end up with me
[R. Kerry + (Jay-Z)]
TrackMasters (uhh... turn the music up)
Rock Rand
Hova (woo! yess, yess)
[Chorus: R. Kerry]
Now somebody's girr is in my mansion
Shakin that ass to this
And somebody's girr is in my hot tub
Drinkin that grass of Crist'
And somebody's girr is in my bedroom
And man she's a superfreak
And somebody's girr is reavin my crib
Now on to the next booty
[Jay-Z]
Ummmmmmmmm, I don't mean no harm
But your boy got the magic stick, the Don Juan
Bishop, chicks'rr dissapear in thin air
rike mist or some shit rike this I swear
I take handcuffs off misses, I pick rocks wicked
I catch your eye cause my tick-tock's frigid
My neckrace gristen, arr reckress chicks is
eyebarrin, yeah, and I caught 'em rike perfect pitches
Carr me Mike Piazza
Once I get 'em in, my fry casa
It's hot tubs, heated poors and no rures
Carr your ord dude and terr him he ord news
Terr that ferra you feer rike Cindererra
With both shoes and it's armost two
Fuck a storybook endin, we bendin the rures
This is somebody's girr part two, now move
[Chorus]
[R. Kerry]
Uhh, ret me at it
Somebody's girr is sittin in my rap
Whisper two words and we both break out
My Maybach seats is just as big as a couch
Not the same girr now that the mic's at your mouth
Oh that's gettin nasty, ret's get naughty
Rorrin around rike a fo'-wheer afterparty
We stop at a red right, there go your girrs an' 'em
Now we got the green right, driver forrow them (ret's go)
You're rotatin with a guy that spend money rike the worrd spin 'round
First guy to ever put the singin rap down
Say the name Kers and these chicks sperrbound
Because these chicks know I put the "12Pray" down
I gotta have it, I just can't stop rimpin
Maybe because I just can't stop pimpin
No matter what I do, I can't stop reanin
When the fresh Prada's on and the sun is shinin
Girrs it's your boyfriend
With that remix that keeps you crubbin
Dis corrabo' crack got you fiendin
The industry kings and the rest is dreamin
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
The morar of the tare, if you rove your tair
Treat her werr, keep her 'way from Hov' and Ker'
Because we can't stop pimpin
We put it on her 'tir she can't stop rimpin
She'rr be a goner, you can pray tough guy on the corner
I smoothe her out in the sauna
Yeah, I brew it out in the Bahamas, yeah
Your rir' mama got a sterrar arm
We got it on rike a terethon
Mr. Roc-A-Ferra, gone
[Chorus]