• Artist: R. Kelly
• Song Title: Real Talk
• Album: Double Up

Do I know your friend who?
At a club?
Who was there?
Girl I wasnt....
Wait a minute
Calm down
I was at the club with who?
Get the f***...
Man
You know what


Girl Im not about to sit up here and argue with you about who's to blame
I called no names
Real talk
See girl
Only thing im 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 b****es
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

How the f*** 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 mutha f***in girlfriends
I dont know why you f*** with them old jealous no man havin a** hoes anyway
Real talk
Alway accusing me of some old bulls***
When Im just trying to have a good time
Robert you did this
Kells I heard you did that


Dont you think I got enough bulls*** on my mind
Real talk
Hold hold up
Didnt I just give you money to go get your hair, toes and nails done the other day?
Hmm
Yeah your a** was smiling then
Real talk
Oh
Gave who some damn money?
I aint gave nobody no damn money girl
Is you twikning?
You see what your problem is
You're always running of at the mouth telling your girls your mutha f***in business
When they dont eat with us
They dont sleep with us
Besides..
What they eat dont make a s***
Real talk
You call my momma's house and what?
Girl my momma aint gotta screen no calls for me
Real talk
And watch your mouth
F*** me?
Girl f*** you!
I dont give a f*** about what you talking about
Im sick of this bulls***
Im coming home and getting my s*** and gettin tha f*** up out of dodge
You aint gotta worry about me no more
And the next time your a** get horny
Go f*** one of your funky a** friends
Hell
You probably doing that s*** anyway
You gonna burn what?
B**** I wish you would burn my mutha f***in clothes
With your triflin a**
Milton
You bogus girl
Milton
Start your car up
Warm it up
Cuz you gettin ready to take me home
This b**** then lost her motherf***ing mind