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Real Talk
作詞：Robert Kelly
Do I know your friend who? At a club?
Who was there? Girl, I wouldn't
Wait a minute, calm down, I was at a club with who?
Get tha ***, 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 tryin' 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 ***
Sittin' in VIP, smokin' and drinkin'
And kickin' 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
How the *** 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 listenin' to your mother*** girlfriends
I don't know why you *** with them all jealous
No man havin' *** anyway, real talk
Alway accusin' me of some old ***
When I'm just tryin' to have a good time
Robert, you did this, Kells, I heard you did that
Don't you think I got enough *** on my mind? Real talk
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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 *** was smilin' then, real talk
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 runnin' off at the mouth
Tellin' your girls your motherf*** business
When they don't eat with us, they don't sleep with us
Besides, what they eat don't make us ***, real talk
You called my momma's house and what?
Girl, my momma ain't gotta screen no calls for me, real talk
And watch your mouth, *** me? Girl, *** you!
I don't give a *** about what you're talkin' about
I'm sick of this *** , I'm comin' home
And gettin' my *** and gettin' the *** up outta Dodge
You ain't gotta worry about me no more
And the next time your *** get horny
Go *** one of your funky *** friends
Hell yeah, you probably already doin' that *** anyway
You gonna burn what?
*** I wish you would burn my mother*** clothes
With your triflin' ***, Milton, you bogus girl, Milton
Start your car, warm it up and get ready to take me home
This *** done lost her motherf*** mind
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