Karaoké Real Talk R. Kelly

Do I know your friend who

At a club

Who was there

Girl, I wasn't

Uh

Wait a minute, calm down

I was at the club with who

Get the fuck

Man you know what

Girl, I'm 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 I'm 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, uh

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 muh'fucking girlfriends

I don't know why you fuck with them all jealous no-man-having ass hoes anyway

Real talk

Always accusing me of some old bullshit when I'm 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 mama's house and what

Girl, my mama ain't gotta screen no calls for me

Real talk

And watch your mouth

Fuck me

Girl, fuck you

I don't give a fuck about what you talking about

I'm sick of this bullshit

I'm coming home and getting my shit and getting the 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, you probably already doing that shit anyway

You gon' burn what

Bitch, I wish you would burn my motherfucking clothes with your trifling ass

Milton

You bogus, girl, Milton

Start your car warmin' and get ready to take me home

This bitch done lost her motherfucking mind